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Anna flipped the camera to video mode. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, transitioning from shock to curiosity to a wicked smile in record time. Luka’s face matched the pink panties he was wearing as he squirmed in disgrace. His hands clutched his feeble erection, shielding it from the recording. Anna clicked her tongue and circled him. “Keep going. I missed the opening evidently, but I've made it in time for the finale,” she said, tapping into her experience hazing freshmen for her sorority. Luka hesitated, paralyzed by his mortification and his carnal desires. He stared at Anna, struggling to discern if she was being serious or merely mocking him. Her eyes blazed with intensity and amusement, leaving him even more confused.
"Why so bashful?" Anna asked with a cruel smirk. “I thought perverts liked an audience?” Her question sliced through Luka’s last defense. He faltered, then his hand started to move again under the waistband of the silky fabric.
Anna was surprised at how easily she stepped into subjugating her fiancé. "Now finish what you started, Lu," she said, her voice firm. "You’ve already ruined my panties. I’ll never be able to enjoy wearing them ever again," she added with a sigh. "You will be buying me a new pair," she paused for effect.
“I… please, Anna. I’m so…” Luka’s protests died in his throat.
“Shhh,” Anna interrupted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Less words, more wanking, Lu.” She crouched beside him, tilting the phone to capture every angle. Luka’s breath quickened, and shame fused with arousal. His hand grew more frantic, small gasping sounds slipping from his lips. Luka was fixated on Anna as she was captivated by her phone’s screen, she watched Luka's face contort with humiliation, zooming in on the frantic flailing of his self abuse. Power rushed through her veins, electric and unexpected, she began to feel lustful.
“Anna honey, is everything alright?” Kendra enquired as she moved just outside the doorway, her entrance perfectly, cruelly timed. "Anna? Oh!" Her eyes landed on Luka laying on the bed, her surprise so flawlessly feigned even Anna believed it. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Mom!" Anna yelped, phone dropping to her side. For a fraction of a second, she was the old Anna - sweet, flustered, deer-in-headlights Anna. Luka froze, his mouth open in a silent protest. He tried to cover himself as his eyes darted from one woman to the other. His humiliation was absolute, but so was his arousal.
“I’m so sorry, I did not know you two were… playing dress up,” Kendra snickered, clearly delighted by the scene she'd stumbled upon. Her eyes narrowed in on the pink panties and Luka's flushed face. "Do I need to come back later? I was concerned and didn’t know what was taking you so long, honey."
“Kendra, this is not what it looks like!” Luka’s voice was shrill and desperate.
“What does it look like Luka?” his future mother-in-law asked, her tone almost innocent.
“Mom, I…” Anna stammered, her mind racing. “I just caught Luka… like this, and I thought that…”
“You’d teach your future husband a modicum of decency?” Kendra interjected, her lips pursed in amusement.
“Yes! I mean, no!” The phone steadied in Anna’s grip, confidence returning. She let out a nervous laugh. “I was just trying to figure out what to do next.”
Kendra stepped inside the doorway, a knowing smile spreading like wildfire across her face. "Well, goodness," she said, her voice both maternal and approving. "Anna sweety, It looks like you’re doing an exceptional job already." Kendra looked at Luka, a mixture of scorn and faux pity in her eyes. "And Luka, so eager to cooperate with Anna's demands. I’m impressed."
Kendra gave her daughter a coy smile...
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