"Open it right to the waist," said Jack, and Sammy did as she was told, revealing more of her luscious tits to his hard gaze. "Pull it out of the waistband."

Sammy pulled her tight blouse out of the waist band of her skirt and spread the sides, showing him her swelling tit-mounds, only partially concealed by her bra.

"Why don't you show me your cock?" she whispered, playing the tease as she did in the bars.

Jack grinned and sprawled back on the sofa.

"I do what I want when I want. You just want me to jerk off." He grinned. "Maybe I will, later. All over, your face, would you like that?"

Sammy gasped and almost passed out at the thought of anything so terrible. The idea of a man's cum on her face was more than she could bear. That would be worse than being fucked!

"Take it off!" snapped Jack, bringing her back to the terrible reality she faced.

Sammy slowly eased the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. There was no more playing for her. Soon she stood before him in just her bra and skirt.

"Hmmmm, nice," said Jack slowly. "Now the skin."

"Oh, no." Sammy whispered.

Slowly, she reached for the clasp of her pleated white skirt and undid it. Gasping with terror, she let it slide down her wonderful legs to the stone floor. At a nod from Jack she stepped out of it. Now she was reduced to her tap pants, bra and stockings, while the highs heeled pumps made her legs look even more desirable.

And there was no doubt that Jack found her desirable.

"Shit," he whispered. "You look better all the time."

He looked at her for a while.

"Turn," he said, "slowly."

Sammy moaned at the thought of him getting such a full look at her body, but there was nothing she could do. She turned as slowly as she could, showing him once more the luscious curves of her legs, her slim waist and the swelling of her tit-mounds. She stood before him with the chain wrapped around her body, crossing between her tits and down around her legs.