I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

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    I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.
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