His First Lady
“Put your hand on your thigh and bunch up the skirt of that nightgown. Don’t show me your pussy, but bring that fabric right to the edge.
I’m wearing panties, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, sneakily, I step out of them. Then doing as he asks, I slide the fabric up my thigh.
God, I look like a different person in the mirror, a wanton sex goddess, and I’m starting to feel like one too.
“Take that picture, Esther. Send it to me.”
I pull the phone long enough to take a picture. Looking at it, I’m unsure again. The lightings all wrong. I don’t look as good in 2d.
“Send it, baby,” Miles says in that rough, lust-rough voice that I couldn’t say no to even if I wanted to.