Jessie sat up a little from where she lay. With an ounce of bravado, she rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you just remove it if you’re so intent on teaching me a lesson?”
A wicked laugh as he bent down and with hands none too gently began to rip off her shoes and socks, forcing that miniskirt down. “So be it, you had your chance.” he growled, flipping her onto her stomach. “Mmmn… I bet you’ve never been touched, you slut.” he whispered, biting the finger of his glove to rip it off his hand. “So tell me… How’s this feel…?” he purred placing a finger over her warmth just beyond her undergarments. "Are you wet…? Or shall I make you scream?“