Minerva whimpered slightly as her black skirt rode up over mature but still silky thighs. This morning, she'd been hoping to seduce Beatrice with those thighs and her sneakers. Now, she was wishing that this man couldn't see them or her now exposed breasts, held up buoyantly by her push-up bra. If it, too, was removed, they would likely sag. "I didn't break the rules, sir." she protested.