Precisely an hour had gone by when I heard a car pull into my driveway.Precisely an hour had gone by when I heard a car pull into my driveway. My throat was dry as I answered the knock at the door. "Coming," I croaked. I opened the door and there stood Pam. She hadn't been lying. She was gorgeous! Exactly as she had described herself, and wearing exactly what I had dictated. And barefoot! "Come in," I said non-commitally. "So waddya want?" She didn't look at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do. When I saw that she was truly serious I ambled over to the leather couch. She remained in the doorway. "Come here," I said, trying my best Mickey Rourke impersonation. She came to the sofa and sat down. "DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT? I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD SIT!" I barked. Pam immediately rose, a bit cowed. "That's better. Stand in front of me. That's a very pretty dress you have on. Buttons and everything." "Just like you told me to wear," she said shyly. "That's right. Now unbutton it. Slowly." Pam started at the top, and went down her dress. My dick throbbed with each new expanse of exposed skin. Her tan was deep and her skin looked very soft and well cared for. Pam wore a black half-bra which opened in front, barely covering her erect nipples. Her panties were cut high in the thigh and flattered her shapely hips and ass. "Slide the dress off your shoulders." The material fell to the floor with a soft rustle. I was really getting into it; telling her what to do and having her obey without hesitation was a real power boost. "Take off your bra, Pam." Her fingers shook as they undid the clasp and drop the garment after the dress. "Now I want you to rub your fingers across the crotch of your panties." Pam ran two manicured fingers across the silky material. |