The tone kind of changed. Up till now it had been kind of jokey and light hearted, but this was more serious. Not quite a command, but on the way to being one. It made my pussy wetter, if that was possible.

I looked at Mark. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure how he felt.

"If my husband wants my skirt off of me, he's going to have to take it off," I answered.

All eyes turned to Mark. He could end this all and just take me to our room and fuck me, or, would he show me off? I think I held my...