Phillip even put on his suit and tie, and despite the freezing cold I was wearing a short, fairly daring black dress, as if was going to a nightclub. Fine black stockings, even a garter belt, my tiniest thongs and no bra, heels and lots of makeup. Dressed to kill - we sometimes say, but I guess we were even a little overdressed for the posh Thai restaurant he took me to.
So we attracted a few stares all evening, but I didn't mind - I was proud of my good-looking Phillip and he looked very pleased too and acted as if he was very much in love. He even bought me a rose from a vendor who came to the restaurant, and ordered my favourite Italian wine, and the food was just heavenly. I ate so much that I thought I would soon pop out of my dress. LOL.
That is what I did as soon as we were home, and as blood still kept my nether regions from being trespassed, my mouth was supposed to be doing the job again, which I ever so gladly did: in my panties, and garter, and stockings, and heels, together with my makeup, I must have looked like a porn queen in a skin flick. On purpose, I had renewed my lipstick when we came home - and when Phillip was done with and limp again, he wanted me to sleep with him in this attire (minus the shoes of course), and when we woke of this morning he was still wearing my red lipstick marks on his cock.
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