You squirm.

"How are you now?"

You bob up and down, not sure what to do, or how to calm your nerves. You find yourself constantly glancing around yourself, wondering if anyone is coming. What if someone does? She has your skirt, and your panties, and you're not getting either back. She also stands between you and the door. You're completely trapped. In this safe space Hannah created for you, she's doing a wondrous job fulfilling your fantasies--some you didn't even know you had. You feel the rush. It's just like yesterday. The tingling grows more distracting, and you have to resist moving those covering hands around... but it would feel so good. You could do what you did the other day, and start...

No, no! Not in front of her. You need to keep it together.

"Your face is beet red, Jane. You're breathing heavy, like... a woman, laying back on a bed, being pleasured. It's amazing to watch."

Do you really look like that? The thought is humiliating, but she hasn't followed it up with a comment saying she's just teasing.

A bush behind you rustles, and you jump. Still covering up, you turn around to see a squirrel come running out, between your legs, and off into the distance. For a moment, you thought someone was peeping.

"I can see your bum, you know," she says from behind.

You turn around to face her again. Damn! There's too much to cover. You keep one hand in front of your pussy, but move the other around to your ass. It isn't so easy to cover that up with just a hand, but it helps. You're really providing the show for her right now, and you start to wonder what she's thinking. It seems she either finds you attractive, or likes to joke about it. And now you're standing before her, covering your most naughty part with a single hand, while wearing a skimpy schoolgirl shirt. Not only that, but without a bra, the points of your tits are standing at attention, poking through the fabric.

You were worrying about others catching you, but Hannah already did that. She's staring at you right now! You wonder why you didn't really think about it before. Perhaps it's the logic of being in a dressing room with other women. But now that you think about it, she's quite attractive, and if she's ogling you, and... oh no. She's probably thinking all sorts of naughty things. She hasn't taken her eyes off you once.

You tense up. Your breathing quickens. You're practically a pinup model for Hannah's pleasure, and it feels... good.