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Annie set her foot down and spoke softly into the half-light. "Anything you want." She had guided Michele's feet so she was turned around. Looking upwards at her ass, Annie slid her hands up her legs, up under her dress, until she reached the waistband of her panties. "Why? Why would you do that?" Michele said into the gloom. Her voice was wispy, almost just breath; came from very high in her chest. Annie pulled the waistband back and over the globe of Michele's ass and then down to the ground, holding them there as Michele stepped out of them.