He had her stand like that for several minutes, saying not a word, not touching the girl, only admiring the splendid architecture of her loins: slender thighs forming the smoothly contoured arch; the narrow hips; those subtle feminine contours of her legs, all encased in a shimmering deep purple.
“Turn around,” His voice was strained.
Obediently Wendy turned, presenting her back to him, and finding herself face to face with her own reflection in a full-length mirror that graced the opposite wall.
“Now lean over a bit... that’s right. Now look into the mirror, reach back, and pull up your skirt.”
Wendy widened her stance and bent forward from the hips, reaching behind her to lift up the short skirt. She knew that there was really not much he could see through the opaque tights and yet t
