Camilla's skirt goes next

There was another loud ripping noise, and a strip of grey fabric was pulled into the saw, shredded and thrown to the side. With very mixed feelings, I turned to the side. Camilla stood, now reduced to her underwear, blue floral knickers to match her bra, and accessorised with shoes, knee socks and her tie.

"You... You..." Camilla stammered, her face showing anger and embarrassment equally.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, trying not to look at her gorgeous body but completely failing. It was Camilla, in her underwear! I've dreamed about this moment! Although in my dreams I hoped she would enjoy it more than she seemed to be.