Erica's Top

“Erica, we'll start with your top; hurry as I have other matters to deal with.” You can see how nervous she is as she shifts her feet and sweats slightly. “Erica, you ain't refusing, are you?”

Erica now looks completely panicked. "No, I'm sorry, I'll do it." Erica starts unbuttoning her shirt, quickly, like she thought if she didn't do it quickly, she would find herself stopping. With the shirt unbuttoned, she pulls it off her shoulders, but uses it to cover her chest.

I cough slightly. "Please drop the shirt, Erica; I can't see the bra correctly."