“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, and pull your skirt up in back...Look in the mirror”.
Wendy widened her stance and bent forward from the hips, reaching behind her to hold up the short skirt. She knew that there was really not much he could see through the opaque tights and yet the very thought of showing herself to him, her skirt hiked up over her jutting bottom...she found it to be incredibly erotic. A delicious shiver of lewd naughtiness shot through him at the sight of the girl with the green eyes, bent over in wanton presentation.
For the longest time he kept her like that, he
