“Saman…wha?” Pete mumbled dazedly.
Samantha leaned in, placed a finger over Pete’s mouth and told him to shut up or else. She stood back up and removed the chemise and g-string, throwing them to the ground. Now, completely naked, she ordered Pete to remove his clothes. Pete wasn’t sure where this was going, but anticipated the ride with a mix of glee and apprehension. He drew the covers off himself and discarded the boxer-briefs he had on. Samantha looked at his cock already at full attention and said, “Very good.”