“Keep them here.”He sealed the order with a nip of her ear as he slowly drew her skirt up her quivering legs. The chill in the room did nothing to...cool her as she became bare to him, her hairless cunt already wet and dripping for his intrusion. Her underwear stood no chance under his expert fingers that wiggled the item towards the floor, his body following his hands all the way. She stepped from each leg watching fixated as he pushed the sodden material into his pocket, his eyes watching her. Next she stepped into a short denim skirt and pulled it up. She tucked the tank top in the waist band and fastened the little belt. She smoothed out the fabric then turned to face away from me. She leaned forward placing her hands on her knees, can you see anything she asked me. I said just the bottoms of your butt cheeks. She said my pussy doesn't show. I said no. She said good I didn't want to have to wear panties. After she slipped on her sandals she had me put on a pair of cargo shorts. She waited a while, then decided that he wouldn't return. She got up, pulled the bed apart to get her rubber sheeting out, and went through the tedious inch-worm routine again. When she had the door opened and the safety on, she closed it again, then went and remade her bed for the second time in a few short hours.I never thought I'd be making the same bed so often, once I kicked basic training, she thought.She paced quietly around her room, wondering why she was so restless. She wondered what. You pull into a parking space and get out of the car. As you naturally place you arm in his, you enter a woman’s boutique. You walk back into the dress section. You see several beautiful dresses displayed. The very pretty young saleswoman comes over and smiles broadly at him and he nods to her. ‘Room number 3,’ she says and disappears back to the front of the store. You look at him in wonder as you enter the fitting room, closing the door behind you. He remains outside, sitting in an.