Unwrapping the prize

Cyndi pulled her silk blouse back and let it fall from her shoulders; it silently dropped behind her to the thick carpeting. Her hands slid down her side, her fingers found the hook and zipper at the side of her skirt. It came undone and fell around her feet.

"Nice! Very nice!" Preston Forrest leaned forward. he was admiring the black, silk garter and stocking worn by the governor's wife. "You'll leave the garter and stocking on, of course, my dear." It was not a suggestion but a command.

Cyndi stood, hesitant, in front of the powerful man who was blackmailing her. A tear ran down her face.

Softly, quietly, the Senator spoke. "Let me see those lovely tits..... I'm waiting."

Cyndi knew that there was no resisting, no bargaining, no begging. She was helpless. Her fingers touched the clasp on the front of her bra, it came undone, her firm and luscious breasts were exposed to his view. The bra slipped down her arms and joined her blouse and skirt on the carpet.

"Turn around.... slowly.... you are a beautiful woman... a delight .... and you are mine!" The fact that the Senator spoke so softly made his words even more cutting. "Show me your cunt! Take down those panties."

The vulgar language caused Cyndi to shutter. But she obeyed. Her fingers touched the top of her black thong; she tugged them down; they slipped down her silk stocking easily.

"Very nice! I just love a clean plate" Preston chuckled softly. "Now for the next act." The Senator pointed the the king-sized bed where the covers had already been pulled down. "I want you to get on the bed, spread your legs, and use your fingers on that lovely pussy. I want your cunt nice and juicy!"

Cyndi's legs were quivering. She couldn't move.