When the skirt cleared my hips and revealed my black lace boyshort panties, our arrangement started to feel real. I’d followed his naughty commands at the restaurant, but this was different. We hadn’t consummated the agreement, and standing naked before Joseph would be like signing a dotted line. My dress continued its journey up over my head and I tossed it aside. His gaze swept over me slowly, invisible fingers caressing every curve of my body. “You look like a fucking wet dream. Did you wear that for me?”
