I’ve got lots of picture of the girls that I’ve already painted.”“Can I have a look at them?“Yes, of course you can but before you do I need...to check your skin to make sure that you’re no allergic to the paint.”“How do you do that?”“I just dab a little on in a not too easily visible place and wait for about half an hour.”“I guess that the test is best done without me having any clothes on.”As I said that I stood up and pushed my dress down to where gravity took over.“Well I was going to suggest. I can't help how I feel Marcus." Before I could do anything she quickly started kissing me passionately. It was wrong that she was kissing me because she's married but it's her choice, not mines. She pulls away for a second blushing. "you shouldn't have kissed me, sweetie. You're a married woman you can get in a lot of trouble for this. I know baby and I don't care. I've been thinking about sex with you for weeks and I'm tired of waiting. My husband isn't satisfying me anymore and honestly he. I thought I would play it cool and not call her for a few days but she surprised me with a phone call a few days later, wondering why I hadn’t called her. We continued with several long phone chats over the next few days and at first the talks were just about getting to know each other better and eventually to led to intense sexual conversations. I admitted to her how I had gotten very turned on watching her dance so sexy at the club even with other guys and then confessed how I had watched her. It was tiring argument, one they had had many times since she had first worn the dress against her will. Cadee prided herself that she had yet to use the same argument twice. ‘ This is a semi-formal meeting, a dinner meeting. Having that dress on would more likely scare off any boys that I meet as thinking I,m off-limits more than anything.’ she replied coolly. Although she had the utmost disdain of the fashion rules her mother lived by, she know enough of them to be able to counter her.