Missy handed me her cigarette, and I took a drag now. I hadn't smoked in years, but I figured what the hell. She stood up and I handed her back her phone. She took a few steps back, bent her knees slightly, and then the phone went under her skirt and I saw the flash go off. My mouth dried up.
'Let me see.'
She handed me the photo back. The image this time was much clearer. It was a picture of Mitsuki's hairy little p***y.
'You're not wearing any panties?'
'No, sir. My father says-'
'Take off your skirt, Missy. But turn around first and bend over.'
She did as I asked, and I only had a few seconds to wait before that skirt was unzipped and lying at her feet. Now I was looking at the smooth tight golden brown cheeks of her small ass, and between her legs the dark hairy mound of her p***
