[The stretchy material had only gone to exemplify his already large overly muscled and masculine form. A bit startled to receive such stern, if not somewhat questionable orders upon entry.]

P-problem, ma'am?

[Despite the obvious hesitance and question in his expression he none the less listened. He was not sure why he was being forced to preform something as lewd as removing his own undergarments, especially as he had only just put on the pantyhose, but he was never one to deny a superiors orders either. Even if he wasn't quite sure if she was his superior or not just yet. Human class structure had always eluded him.

Bending down over the desk, he fit his thumbs under the elastic of both the tights and his undergarments. Pulling them down until her felt them fall to the floor with their own weight.]

Is there something wrong?

[His own nervousness to the situation was obvious. Tone muscled legs already lined with beads of sweat.]