Sitting down and leaning back in his chair, he watches her quietly, admiring the way her breathing makes her chest slowly rise and fall. Her light dress shows her shape magnificently, especially as she stirs slightly slightly in her sleep.
After admiring her for a few minutes, he stand up and removes his tie as he walks over to the couch. Gently, he takes her arms and guides them up over her head, being careful not to wake her as he loosely lashes her wrists together. Quietly, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the knife he keeps on him, flicking it open and testing the the razor sharp blade across his thumb. He slowly steps up in front of her and brings the knife down slowly to run along her collar, the tip of it just barely grazing the skin as she continues to lay still, breathing peacefully.
Grinning, he traces the tip of the knife down her necks slowly, with just a bit more pressure, scratching a light white line on her skin, as it runs over the swell of her breasts. Nodding to himself at her lack of reaction, he turns the blade over, sliding it down into her cleavage with the blade facing out. Pinching the fabric together around the steel, he pulls the blade up, slicing through the light cloth with ease. Gently and methodically, he repeats the process, slowly working the opening down the length of the dress, making certain not not to wake her as the dress becomes completely ruined for any future use.
Once the dress is cut completely open, he gently pulls it open to admire what else she chose to wear. Gently, he scratches the tip of the blade a bit harder along her inner thigh, succeeding at waking her up as he hears her gasp. Continue to Part 3
One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them.
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