"Fine, fine," I interrupted her. She was really apologizing to me!

This was delightful – she was actually accepting the idea that I was in charge here, and she had a responsibility to obey me. She must really be afraid of those pictures, I thought.

"Now, to the matter at hand," I said, closing and locking the door behind us. "Stand there in the middle of the room and take off all your clothes."

She bit her lip and winced a little, but moved to the center of the living room and began to strip. First came the shoes and stockings – I was suprised to see she did not wear pantyhone, but old fashioned stockings and lacy garters. Rich girls, I guessed. Next she took off her sweater and blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She did this all very slowly, obviously trying to keep the ultimate moment away, but I did not mind. It made her look so gracefull and lithe, and I wanted to bask in the moment anyway. Finally, she stood there in her lacy white bra and plain cotton panties, the latter with little pink bows at the sides that matched the pink ribbon in her hair. She stood for a moment, her hands trying to cover herself without appearing to do so, and seemed to be unable to continue.

"Everything Annie. Take it all off now." My voice was even and calm, but definite.

"One favor, please?" She was actually begging, something I imagine she'd never done before.

"Maybe."

"Don't call me Annie. That's what that slime Bill Arnold called me.

Call me Ann."

"We'll see. If you do a good job and you earn it – but for now you're Annie. Now get naked."

She held her breath for a second, then let it out and undid the front clasp on her bra, sweeping it away with one hand and laying it on the little sofa with the rest of her clothes. I cannot tell you how I felt, seeing those breasts that I had fantasized about for so long. They were so perfect, so round and high, and with large nipples that looked so completetly suckable. I nearly came just looking at them. When she bent over to remove her panties, they hung taut below her, then did not sag one iota when she stood again, panties in hand.