Cassandra raised her hips again as Martin worked her trousers down. The loose fabric bunched around her thighs before finally sliding past her knees, taking her plain black panties with it.
He eased both garments over her feet and set them beside the sofa. When he looked up, Cassandra had not closed her legs, although the tension running along her thighs revealed how much effort that stillness cost her.
She had groomed herself neatly, but not for him. A carefully trimmed patch remained above her pussy, natural and practical in a way that suited the rest of her. She watched his face, refusing to hide what she had never expected anyone to see tonight.
Beside her, Katherine stood and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. "We might as well complete the comparison."
