Emmanuelle s Submission
I greeted him at the door wearing a thong and a top both so diaphanous that they were practically invisible. I stood there, awaiting his commands. He gazed at me up and down, starting with a searching gaze at my eyes and face, then letting his eyes trail down over my body, my neck, my shoulders, lingering over my breasts, then on to my tummy, my hips, lingering again on the neatly trimmed triangle of hair over my pussy, the slit that was all that was visible of my pussy, my thighs, my calves,...