Now the jumper

You watch Emma as she continues to work, occasionally catching a glimpse of her bare arse, framing her thong as her jumper lifts up.

"Hmmmm, surely losing the jumper as well wouldn't be much trouble." You whisper slowly pouring more heat and excitement into her watching her cheeks flush.

It isn't long before she complies with your demands and lifts the hem of her jumper up and peeling it over her head to reveal a tight white vest top.

As she drops the jumper at her feet you watch her hands slowly drift across her bared thighs and her chest, excitement flowing from her.

You're a little disappointed when she seems to snap out of it, suddenly returning to her work in her minimal clothing.