"Why?" I asked, gasping.

He responded, “He pushed, flipping me and bending my waist.

I gasped and stretched out my hands to avoid falling with the unexpected shift. The rough carpet burnt my palms and I snarled, but I had no time to focus on that since he was grabbing layers of skirts and tugging them up over my back, exposing my ass.

His scalding fingers snuck up behind the elastic in my slacks. My swollen lips were soothed as he removed the crotch from my mouth. I squeaked as he let it strike my cunt.

 "No pantyhose. Ever.”

 I answered, "No." “Never.”

He responded, "Good." His hand withdrew, My...