Skirt trouble

Mr. Sutton had finished his part of the meeting and gave me the floor. "Well here we go," I thought. "Ehm Michelle, you would present the sales figures from the beamer. It's at the front of the conference room." Mr. Sutton reminded me.

"Damn, that's true. Then I have to walk barefoot again." I thought, "You're right, Mr. Sutton." I said as I pushed back my chair. The men all smiled. It confused me a bit.

When I tried to get up, it didn't work. "What is this now?" I tried again, now with a little **** and then it happened ...... RIPPPP I felt shame rising to my jaw. My skirt ripped open in the front when I got up. There I stood, naked from waist down, except for my thong, in front of five men