Reluctantly, she does.

Cathy smiled thinly at Ellen, and kicked off her heels, crossing her legs once she finished removing them. Her slim, right foot lazily swung back and forth. “Kiss my feet, Ellen and apologize. If you know what’s good for you.” Jane gave Ellen a violent nudge of her knee against her shoulder, pushing her towards the couch. Ellen began to craw on all fours towards Cathy. As she crawled the short distance to Cathy, Jane moved behind her, and then she felt a sharp tug on the waist of her skirt, and quickly realized that the brunette had found the zipper, and was pulling it down.

She stopped crawling, and Jane released the zipper, and smacked her hard on the ass with her hand. “Keep moving, tramp!” Jane cried. Ellen moved her right hand back to the zipper, which Jane had managed to pull two thirds of the way down. Pushing Ellen’s hand away, Jane moved quickly, and brought her knee down on the small of Ellen’s back, and pushed her to the floor, as she fell Ellen tried to break her short fall, and withdrew her hand from the zipper. It did little good, as she fell heavily to the carpeted floor, her face at Cathy’s feet. Jane pulled the zipper the rest of the way down, and pulled Ellen’s skirt roughly off her body.

“Very nice, Ellen. Sexy” Cathy said. Ellen blushed crimson, knowing that her tormentors could now see her sheer black panties, and tan thigh high stockings. Ellen made no reply, and offered no further resistance, as she crawled the short distance to Cathy. She’d kiss Cathy’s feet and leave. She hoped so anyway. “The boots are a nice touch, and I’d love to see the bra, wouldn’t you Cath? I bet it’s a matching set.” Jane sneered. Ellen placed her face in front of Cathy’s still swaying foot, and looked up at the R.A. Ellen felt slightly dizzy at the pace of events. She realized she’d probably have to take off her sweater too, if Jane didn’t rip it off her body. Her bra did match the panties she was wearing, and was just as sheer. Cathy and Jane were not who she’d planned on getting to see her wearing them.

“Why don’t you show us the bra, Ellen? After you kiss my feet for a while.” Cathy giggled as she looked down at Ellen. Scooting up, and folding her legs underneath her, Ellen took Cathy’s foot in her hands and gently kissed the top of Cathy’s foot. Cathy’s feet were soft, and well manicured. The nails painted in a light pink. Moving to the ankle Ellen kissed again, her lips brushing the silky material of Cathy’s nylons.

“This is very nice, Ellen. Keep kissing.” Cathy closed her eyes briefly, and then open them again, her gaze locked on Ellen’s face. A drawer opened behind Ellen, and Jane said “This?” Cathy smiled widely, and nodded. “Mmmm, yes. Why don’t you go first, Jane?” The drawer closed, and Jane slapped Ellen on the ass, and chuckled. “Don’t turn around if you know what’s good for you.” Jane said. Ellen heard what sounded like the rustling of clothing, and began to kiss Cathy’s toes. She glanced to the side at the phone on Cathy’s desk. Maybe you or Amy would call soon, and some how she’d get out of here before it went any further.

Cathy slid her ass to the edge of the couch, and pulled her skirt up to the middle of her thighs. “Kiss my knees.” She said softly. She opened her legs, and Ellen could see that she was wearing stockings as well. There was also a large wet spot on the red panties she was wearing. Jane slapped her hard again on the ass. "Will you let me out of here after I'm done? I'm really very sorry." Ellen said while kissing her way up Cathy's shin.