The door closes as he turns from the window, precum sticking to the lace panties he was left in. "She's going to come back, right?" he asks himself quietly, looking at the empty spot on the floor where his clothes last lay. A few minutes tick by—tortured by the thought of having to make it to the garage wearing only the thong of his lover, and more so by the thought of disappointing her by not following her commands—he ma...