Chapter 2

“I’m going to unclip your bra, allow your breasts to fall free. I’ll cup them for you, kiss the marks where your straps were, rub my fingers over them to ease the ache as your breasts hang. God, that does feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does,” I said, sighing.

“Now I’m going to slip off your skirt, grab hold of your g-string, and rip it straight off you. Oh, that was a bit of a shock, wasn’t it? The elastic tearing as it burned into your skin. Sorry about that, but it did make it more exciting, didn’t it?”

Candice was really getting into this, acting out everything Emma was saying.

“Are you pouting? Annoyed because I’ve just ruined your best panties?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, playing along. “They were a gift from my lover. How will I explain loosing them?”

“That’s not my problem, it’s yours. So stop pouting and let me see that beautiful snatch of yours. Why aren’t you allowing me to see you?”

“I’m still angry about the panties.”