Fantasy
We have plans to attend a charity gala hosted by your work. You swing by my place to pick me up and let yourself in. I’m still getting ready. I come down the stairs and I can tell you are pleased with how I look. Long flowing hair, form fitting dress that hugs my curves, plunging neckline revealing just enough skin to remain tasteful not trashy and strappy stiletto heels. You can hardly keep your hands off of me and we struggle to get out of the house. We arrive at the venue and you take hold...