Once he reached the top of the strange undergarment he stopped all, his fingers held still within her. Taking the top edge of her panties, his gaze shifted to take in her face.
He felt the perverse notion that he wanted her full attention, he wanted her to watch. He wanted to see the shock of what he was going to do on her face. It was a look that never grew old. Even if he did not service many women, in such away. Not unless they were clean, pure... and near wanton.