As he complied she went to an antique wooden chair which she kept in a corner as decoration. It was tall, had no arms, and creaked slightly as she placed it near the center of the room.
“Now take off your pants and underwear”, she ordered. Her demeanor was growing more and more serious by the moment.
He undid his slacks, slid them to the floor, and stepped out of them. The gray athletic boxer shorts followed them. Brian stood there now, feeling more exposed and nervous than perhaps ever before.
Roya, however, did not seem to notice this as she sat down on the chair after pulling her skirt up until he could see a hint of white panty beneath.