I was about to argue when I felt his finger touch my pussy, feeling the moisture that he'd created. The wetness that betrayed me. I couldn't deny it. I liked the way it made me feel, the power that had taken over from wearing something so daring. I nodded slowly, warmth spreading through my whole body as his finger rubbed my slit.

"Yes, Sir," I said, meekly. My cheeks still on fire.

"You know what that means don't you?"

I shook my head. I knew what he meant but I did not want to say it aloud.

"Say it," he commanded, the hidden threat conveyed in his words.

"I'm a..."...