Aimee merely smiled back at her wickedly “Sssh…Just relax…” She knelt down again, pushing Sasha’s legs wide apart, teasingly dragging her na...ls over toned silky thigh flesh as she did so. Sasha moaned despite herself, she felt torn, partly wanting to push her friend away but so overcome with lust that she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Meanwhile, Aimee painstakingly peeled Sasha’s soaked panties away from her pussy, studying what lay before her. “Oh my…” She murmured, seemingly entranced by. I find another short skirt, its not as short as the one I wore to class, but it's above the knee. I can’t find another blouse that is tight enough, so I end up wearing the one from this morning. I look at myself in the mirror. I look different somehow. Nothing's changed, but I feel sexier. My nipples are poking out from my blouse, and I tweak them. I quickly text a picture for approval. He responds back that it is to his satisfaction. He then asks for a picture of my shaved pussy. I text him. ."OK, take off the skirt and blouse," I say, matter of factly.You get up from the desk, the blouse slips off easily, you unbutton the skirt behind you then turn to unzip it. White garter belt, stockings, panties, bra, your tits are covered, only barely, nipples sticking out in hard spikes. The panties are stretched out of proportion, tight in your asscrack but providing no cover for your exposed pussy and one garter snap that popped.I produced a dildo from behind the blue carpet, a pink. You’ve talked about loving me and marrying me but you haven’t said anything about fucking me.’ I had chosen the word for its shock value, she had never heard such language from me before. And I knew too, as her jaw dropped, that I had touched a raw nerve. I drove home my advantage. ‘That’s it, isn’t it, Fran? You’ve put it all in terms of love and marriage but that’s not what you’ve really been thinking about for the last week, is it?’ By now poor Fran was blushing so deeply that her face was.