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you wearing panties?" I ask quietly, my hand reaching down to the hem of her dress. " No. You told me not to," Wendy whispers, unable to speak any louder, her voice a bit shaky. Wendy stands perfectly still feeling my calloused hand lightly caress the smoothness of the inside of her thigh as I raise her skirt. She flinchs a little as my index finger slides up to part her lips, feeling her wetness. " Good girl," I rasp as I turn away from her, dropping the skirt of her dress. Wendy feels empty in the absence of my touch. She watchs my back as I walk to a chair across the room, removing my jacket and loosening my tie as I go. Wendy wonders if I will use the tie later on her and shudders in anticipation. I turn to her