I obeyed with little hesitation, bent over the back of the chair and lifted my skirt. My ass was clothed in a pair of pink bikinis trimmed with a delicate edging of black lace. I shivered as he reached out and gave them a good yank. He left them dangling at my knees, threatening to plop to the floor at my feet. By then, I didn’t care that my ass was naked or that my shaved s*x was hanging down, red and swollen with arousal. I didn’t care that there were two near strangers observing the scene or that I was crazy enough to accept Patrick’s chauvinistic old world values. I only cared about the lust we shared.
“Wider, Clarisse,” he said as he stood back.
I inched my feet to the side, but only as far as the panties would allow. They were stuck at my knees, refusing to budge. But when I wiggle
