Embroidered black lace

"Nice panties, Frannie!" Sarah snarls sarcastically from her position on the floor as you see her look to the bared hips of her classmate. "Your daddy pick them out for you?" the little brunette asks as she undoes the girl's scruffy sneakers and yanks one, then the other, off. The striped kneesox get pulled down the bleached blonde's hobbled legs as well, joining the black Converse in the corner of the living room.

You wonder, as you still hold the wriggling eighteen-year-old tight to you, what the panty looks like from your babysitter's viewpoint. All you can see from your angle is a string of black lace bisecting her lush asscheeks, with another circling her waist.

"Pick her off her feet, Mr. Doe , so I can pull them off all the way!" Sarah asks, sitting on her haunches before you both.

"My pleasure, Sarah!" you oblige, lifting the curvy teen up by arching back, your ever-growing cockbulge pushing between her cheeks as you transfer her weight onto you.

"No, Sarah! Please, don't do this!" Frannie near-cries as she flails her legs in mid-air.

Sarah gets the pantlegs off, and the frightened teen flails her feet more. One bare foot hits Sarah squarely in the jaw.

"OOOW!!" the petite brunette yowls.

"Oh, God, Sarah, I'm sorry!" Frannie wails as she looks at Sarah rubbing her jaw.

The half-dressed brunette gets to her feet with renewed determination, and opens the big white door to your home.

"Please take the trash out, Mr. Doe !"

You oblige, caught up in the depravity of it all. Four big steps and you are on the concrete porch. You release the wildly struggling teenager and let her drop to the stoop, quickly stepping back inside as Sarah recloses the door between you two.

"NOOOO!" Frannie cries from outside. As you stare at the closed door, the last image you have is of those black lace panties with 'SLUT' in red thread emblazoned across her crotch.

Quiet seconds go by. You and Sarah look at each other. Then loud pounding hits the door.