She began with a black bra, barely able to contain the pulchritudinous delights of her chest. No panties, of course. Then she picked out a pair of grey socks that reached up just past her knees. She combined this with a white blouse, unbuttoned but tied up just below her breasts, and a red and black plaid mini-skirt that barely covered the crack of her ass. Her hair, up in pigtails, completed the ensemble - the classic slutty, schoolgirl look. Terry was going to love it.
She waited for him in her bedroom. She heard him burst through the front door, and she could feel butterflies in her stomach. She'd texted him earlier on, telling him she was on her own and she'd be waiting for him upstairs. By the time he reached the master bedroom, he'd already taken off his sneakers and his t-shirt. On
