pleasure paradise

“Good," he said under his breath. “Now keep your eyes on the mirror while I undress you. Don't take it off". He instructed. The tone of his voice had changed. It was more deeper and intense. My heart began to beat faster again.

I turned to look at him in puzzlement.

“Turn back around," he instructed. “You need to learn how to trust me, Lindsay,” he said calmly. His voice had a way of soothing me. It sounded like music to my ears. A spell I couldn't resist.

I turned back to look in the mirror as I watched him slip my shirt off. I breathed in sharply, loud enough for him to hear. He unhooked my bra and slipped it off too.

I was aware of the fact that I was bare-chested, staring at a man who wasn't my husband from the mirror, but I didn't feel guilty a bit.

He unzipped my skirt and I watched it go down my waist. My heartbeat picked up the pace. I was clothed with only red panties. He slipped his hand around my waist, wrappings his hand around it.

I felt embarrassed and I looked down. He