I stood there trembling with excitement, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs. James was still sitting on the edge of the massage table, his thick c**k rock hard and glistening with my spit, pointing straight at me like a weapon. His eyes were dark and hungry as he stroked himself slowly, waiting.
“Strip,” he repeated, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see everything. Show me how wet that p***y is for your client.”
I hooked my thumbs into my leggings and slowly peeled them down my thighs, bending over so he could see my ass. My black lace thong was completely soaked, the crotch dark and clinging to my swollen lips. I stepped out of the leggings and then pulled the thong down, letting it drop to the floor. I stood completely naked in front of him, my full breas
