I spent the entire day in a fever of filthy anticipation. The sealed package from Jayden sat on our bed like a bomb waiting to explode. When I finally tore it open, my breath caught. Inside was the most sinful red dress I’d ever seen—short, tight, backless, with a deep plunging neckline and slits so high they barely covered my ass. No panties. No bra. Just thin straps and fabric that would hide nothing once they touched me.
I showered slowly, shaving every inch until my skin was smooth and sensitive. My p***y was already dripping before I even slipped the dress on. It clung to my body like a second skin, my heavy breasts nearly spilling out, n*****s visibly hard against the material. I looked like a w***e dressed for her two owners.
By the time I heard the front door open, my thighs were
