He stopped me as I was walking to the restroom to change into the clothes he had left out for me.

"Make a switch over here," he instructed. His words carried authority.

I blushed but complied, taking off my sweater, then my slacks and pants, and last unhooking my bra. As for the lack of fanfare, well, if he wanted a strip-tease, he should have just asked for it.

He told her, "Put your skirt on first, no panties." I did what I was told. The hem of the skirt hit around midthigh, so with a spin or two in the breeze, my pussy would be on full show. The...