She heard the footsteps stop right beside the couch. She held her breath.
'He is here! The doctor is here to inspect the patient!'
Then, she felt it.
Flip.
She felt the hem of her long, modest dress being lifted up. It was lifted up slowly, inch by inch, exposing her calves, then her knees, then her thighs... until it was bunched up around her waist!
The cool air of the living room hit her bare skin. And along with the air, her white cotton panties—and the red, bruised flesh of her ass cheeks—were exposed to the world!
'Oh my god! He didn't even ask! He didn't say "Excuse me, mommy"! He just flipped it up! He is so domineering! He is taking charge!'
Violet's heart hammered against the sofa. Boom boom boom. She was terrified, but she was also incredibly turned on by this "manly" silence.
Then, she felt the hands.
Squish.
Two hands landed right on her ass cheeks. They grabbed the soft, fatty flesh firmly.
'Oh! His hands!'
Violet screamed internally.
