I was very satisfied with my reflection, OK so this negligée wasn’t as sexy as the ruined one, but with the extra effort I’d gone to it was a big...improvement on last night. I struck a few poses, practiced walking up and down swaying my hips as best I could, even trying to adjust my voice to me soft and sultry. I was working myself up, and even though I wasn’t hard, I had developed quite a wet patch on the front of my nickers.Feeling much more confident, the show goes really well, everybody. Once her makeup was done, it was time to finish dressing. A plain white blouse, unbuttoned JUST far enough, and a wrap-around batik style skirt completed her outfit. She made one final inspection in the mirror; the effect was just what she wanted; simple, sexy without looking slutty, elegant and sophisticated without looking aloof. She was nervous; and considered having a second shot of tequila to settle her nerves, but before she could pour a glass, there was a knock at the front door. She. Well, sort of. A couple times some hands have wandered very close, which I'll admit was really hot, but no one's really crossed the line." Did you tell your husband? Isn't he jealous?" He knows I get the massage, but he doesn't know every little detail. Like I said, no line was really crossed and he always gets the benefits when I come back, so I don't think he has a problem with it. He's not jealous by nature." I'm not sure mine would feel the same way. He's not even comfortable when I show. She had wanted desperately to get close enough to overhear them but hadn’t dared, for fear of being given away by her footsteps, until she saw them turning into the driveway of a house surrounded by hedges. Then she had darted into the yard of the house next door and crept up close to the hedge near where their voices were coming from.She had searched quickly for a gap in the thick hedge through which she could see them, but to no avail. Then she had stood absolutely still and listened. At.