Strip

Mark simply directed Stacy to strip. However she wasnt going to make it that easy. Looking him up and down she didnt understand what she could of found so attractive in him. As she was thinking about just telling him to get this over with he surged forward and pressed her against the wall. Staring face to face Stacy let out a tiny moan as he pressed their crotches together. Pushing past her face to her ear he whispered. "Take off your fucking clothes or ill rip then off and you can leave naked." He demanded. "Your only response should be yes sir am I clear?" He continued.

"Yes sir." Stacy said very quietly. Mark not taking anymore toying around simply walked away and went to his kitchen. Grabbing a pair of scissors he returned to find Stacy had not moved. Moving under her shirt along her back he snipped her bra in half pulling it apart and tossing it aside. Mark could know see her nipples poking through the fabric as he inspected her body. Still gripping the scissors Mark eyed up his target before deciding what to do next.