I start by unwrapping my gift, you. I slowly unbutton the yellow see-through blouse, one button at a time, taking time to softly stroke the skin that is revealed with each button opening. You are confused at this tenderness, but endure it as part of your gift to me. It makes your nipples all that much harder, and they stick out that much further from the open-tipped bra I have directed you to wear. Finally, I unbutton the last button, and pull the blouse off your shoulders and let it fall onto the floor in a heap. I smile silently, and with a turn of my finger direct you to slowly rotate for me. As your back turns to me I slap that ass, still encased by the mini-skirt you have been ordered to wear. You jump and squeal, but continue your slow turn.

Back around once again to face me, I grasp your han...

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