The Order

"Now take off that dress, my dear. Here, let me help." And Emma walks over to her, holding her hair off her back to let Anne unzip her. Then she moves back into the centre of the room and slowly, carefully, pulls down her dress.
 

She is wearing a black bra and panties, triangular insets of lace at the sides. The stockings have elasticated tops that press into the flesh of her thighs, making little dips in the smooth expanse of white.

"In a moment," she says, "I want you to walk to the bed, and kneel before her. Think you can do that?" You nod, eyes fixed on Emma, who is looking back at you with those big brown eyes that seem to see straight into your soul. "Good. I want you to spread her legs, and kiss the inside of her thighs