I hesitated, but I didn't dare to show it, so I just tried to move slow, hoping that she'd changed her mind.
The vaginal discharge that had been flowing out coincidentally lubed my leg, so when I went down to pick my underwear back up, I felt small pleasure as I scraped my thighs together.
And I instinctively did it more, though quite careful as to not provoke Anshur.
I picked up my underwear and, for no particular rhyme or reason, I stretched it out for the both of us to look.
Just a simple, feminine, stretchy piece of underwear that was cheap and affordable. I wore white today, because these were the ones that the Sonders gave me, while I have a lot of black, too, from when I was living alone.
The thing was soaked in my own juices, as it dripped on the floor, and I gulped, looking at Anshur, hoping that she would give a different order, because… I didn't want to stuff this filthy thing down my mouth.
