

With her legs spread as wide as possible, Marilyn continues to glare unflinchingly into your eyes. You can now see that her fishnets are indeed crotchless. Her pussy covered only by a flap of her tartan mini skirt. 'You're wondering if I'm wearing panties aren't you....Sir?' she's no longer smirking, face completely expressionless. You look towards the door, which is sitting slightly ajar, imagining the fury of your wife if she walked past to see the girl sitting like this, alone in the room with you. Flustered, you put your drink down, trying your best to focus long enough to calm your quickly stiffening cock. 'I don't know what you're playing at, but if my wife...' you trail off, realising how strained your voice sounds. She starts to giggle, stifling it in her hands as it grows louder. 'You honestly don't recognise me, do you?'