Thigh-high white nighty, no panties, and a white silk bra provided the foundation. White high-heels, nothing that looked too slutty with the outfit bu... they just might look that way later tonight when that was the only thing she had on.The whole time she was getting dressed, we kept the conversation going. After she was dressed, we went down to the restaurant. It was finally time. I felt her hand move onto my leg, just above my knee. I took it in mine and moved it up to my pocket. I had cut out. He nodded. "Incurable." Well, don't leave it too long otherwise I may rape you I want you so badly." I won't, I promise." Will you do me a favour?" Yes. What?" I want to see you naked." OK, provided you do the same."She stood up, seized him by the hand and pulled him out of bed."Off," she ordered pointing at his pyjama trousers. As he stepped out of them she shrugged off the dressing gown.Mark's breath caught in his throat. She was tiny, her head barely at a level with his nipples. Her golden. One ordered me to stand in front of him and then to slowly turn around. When I turn back to face him, he sits up and grabs my breasts firmly, one in each hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "Very nice firm tits, not huge, but enough to fill a hand..." His comments about my body make me blush, feeling even more exposed than if he was merely looking and feeling in silence. Then his attention turned to my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them, smirking when I emit a. ” He tells me as he watches me reach for my still sodden towel.“You’re right,” I reply as my hand feels just how wet my towel is. “Sorry, I’m Billi. Uh, we could use the hand driers, their nozzles are adjustable I think, and also paper towels.”“I’m really glad to have bumped into you.” He says, hanging his towel back up. There are two driers side by side on the wall and I follow Jake over to them. The nozzles are adjustable and the machines turn on automatically. The machines are quite quiet.