But Ihadn't observed myself in a really critical way. I'd have to improve onthat at the next opportunity.Bernd was trying not to stare so openly, but ...e didn't succeed. I saw howhe kept looking at my legs as if he were seeing nice pantyhose for thefirst time. Or a short skirt. Then his glance wandered again and again tomy breasts.Completely sunk in thought I'd almost missed my bus stop. Bernd looked atme in surprise when I hurried him to the exit. "Sorry. I was thinking." Henodded.It wasn't. He raised his head and looked me, waiting for my action, waiting to determine his next action.I didn’t make him guess, I shifted onto my hands and knees and turned so my ass was pointed directly at his head and patted my ass to further indicate my intent. I didn’t need nearly so much for him to take the hint. Before I could pat my ass the first time, he was already rising to approach me. And in only a few breaths he was on my back. I remembered what helped the previous times and put a hand. His flesh crimson. I gasped, blinking my lush eyelashes in shock, fearing another man to see my naked body. I was a married woman. Only my husband should see me. Only Chaun and—The man was Chaun. I somehow didn’t notice. But between blinks of my eye, he became clear. His pure-black skin, far darker than Yasmine’s ebony flesh, glistened with perfumed oils. His cock stood erect from his forest of silvery pubic hair. His smile, so roguish and wicked, graced his lips as his violet eyes stared at. Opening the tissue paper I first lift off a simple pretty waist chain, it is heavy, gold, long. It is beautiful. Then I pull up a stunning black silk wrap dress. Under the dress in the box I find a white garter belt and a pair of silk stockings, that is it. You must have been feeling sexy when you picked this outfit out…Laughing I realize you have left out underwear…oh well. I drop the towel and walk nude over to my dressing table, your favorite chair is just to the side, as I sit down in front.