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“Good. Because I want you to walk from here to the porch, just like that.” I whimpered, squirming in my seat. “W-with my cardigan on or off, boss?” “That’s a good question.” You pondered for a moment before answering. “I think you can leave it on, but when you get out of the car, don’t adjust it. If it falls on its own and covers your ***, that’s fine. But if it doesn’t, you leave that slutty little *** of yours on display for whoever happens to be looking, understood?” I nodded, feeling ravenous from all of your excruciating and delicious provocations. “Y-yes, boss… Understood.” “Good girl. And of course, you are under no circumstances allowed to wrap that sweater around you. No matter what, I want you to give our neighbors a good, long look at those indecent, bouncy, punished tits of yours.” I lowered my lashes and nodded through my blushing. “Yes, boss. Whatever you say.” “That’s right. And maybe - if you can show me how good you are at following instructions - maybe once we’re inside I’ll **** you.” A small whimper escaped my lips as you climbed out of the car. I turned and followed suit, being extra careful not to adjust my clothing at all. It was hardest when I stood completely upright, and my cardigan stayed propped up by my generous *** cheeks. It went against every instinct I had not to cover myself, but with you standing on the porch watching my every move, I knew I had to do as you’d instructed. Walking to the porch, I was more aware than ever before of which neighbors still had lights on. I did my best to keep my eyes on you, so I wouldn’t notice someone peeking out their window and lose my nerve. As I reached the porch, my sweater finally slid down to cover my ***, but my relief was short lived. “You can face the street while I unlock the door,” you said with a wicked glint in your eye. Doing as I was told, I turned my body toward the street, putting myself on full display under our porch light. Not only were my buoyant tits still spilling over the top of my French sling, but with my dress still hiked up around my waist, I realized I hadn’t been allowed to adjust my g-string, either. It was still tugged up between my ***** lips where you’d left it, so I was now showing off my most vulnerable parts of myself for all to see… And you certainly were taking your time with the door lock. “Wouldn’t you know it… damn thing is sticking again,” you claimed, full of faux innocence. I stood dutifully by your side, and just before you opened the door to let me in, I was mortified to spot a couple of figures in one of the lit windows across the street. I couldn’t tell who they were, but I sure knew what they saw… Before I had time to process my embarrassment, you had me in the front hall with the door closed behind us. Shoving me up against the wall, you tore off my cardigan and grabbed my tits from behind. “Is this what you want?” you taunted, playing with the wetness between my legs. “Y-yes… please… oh, god, yes… please, please **** me, please…” I begged, and would continue to beg, until you gave me what I longed for. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.