My husband pulled me back into the hall and slid his hands up under my skirt, lifting the hem. For a few seconds he stood admiring the
new knickers and hold-up stockings before suddenly taking hold of my knickers and pulling them right down to my ankles and lifting
each foot in turn to take them off me.
He stood up.
'I don't expect you'll be needing these' and then he pushed me out and shut the door firmly behind me.
- Displays of Experience, Lucy Golden