Jen POV
You open Kyle's door, walking into his room to see him lounging on his bed. "YOU ASSHOLE!" She screeched.
"Shut up." Kyle orders, and you instantly stop talking, much to your dismay.
"Now strip" Your eyes widen as you start to pull of your shirt, revealing your average chest encased in a white bra. Next, you pull of your shorts, revealing your plain white panties. "Stop and only move when I move you." You feel your muscles lock in place, and Kyle walks up to you. Going behind, he carefully unbuckles your bra, and removes it. Placing his hands on your breasts, he squeezes and fondles them. After he is satisfied, he squats down, out of your field of view. You internally shudder as you feel him poke one finger against your naval, just above the rim of your panties. Slowly, he drags his finger down, catching the rim, and starting to tug them off. He intentionally brushes your vagina as he goes by, feeling your damp folds. Standing back up, he examines your undressed form