Maybe a little wet, but thank goodness I was able to get her a towel in time!
You straighten my tie, patting down the lapels of my jacket… then stand back and grin. It gives me a chance to take you in – very simple, very sleek formal gown and high heels, a fantastic silver necklace that plunges down the open cleavage showing through the drape of your dress. As I stand there, taking you in, you’re doing the same to me, making sure everything is just so.
“…and you’re wearing those boxer briefs I put out for you too, right?” finally punches through my fog. “Yes. Although I don’t know what that has to do with anything.” You had been very specific about clothes, and very tight-lipped about where we’re going.
“You’ll see. You do need to read the rules first though.”
“Shhhhh… just read.” It looks like a formal invitation, envelope and all…
So, of course, you had to know, there is a game going on (always… 🙂 ). And, also of course, you know that means that the chances of not having tasks and such as I lose rounds is, well, NIL.
It’s that time of week again – boobday. Time to get out the … well, boobs.