“When can I wear the dress again?” I asked excitedly. Some were obviously loving the sight, mainly the men, and some were hating both my breasts and me, and they were mostly the women. Fortunately I had brought quite a large evening bag in which I hid the underskirt, before returning to the table completely naked under the revealing lace dress. “I love the dress,” he told me, his eyes firmly fixed on my tits “did you have it made specially, errr …..“ he hesitated “ … to expose your .. “I haven’t any knickers on darling,” I chuckled. “Good man!” replied Mike “well done Rich!” he glanced at his wife “I will have to design one for you Millicent!”
The look on Millie’s face was a picture, with her forced smile saying something like “Over my dead body!”, but actually regretfully saying “if I had a body like Tania I might appreciate it Mike,” through gritted teeth.
