Natural. I gathermyself and practically float to my closet, leaving my dirty clothes in apile to be cleaned later. Now, for one of the great challenge... everygirl must face...what do I wear?!?I sigh as I rummage through my collection. Years of building a smallwardrobe and I have nothing to wear! One day I'll have a walk in closet,with row after row of dresses, skirts, tops, pants, lingerie...andshoes! Heels, wedges, boots, even sneakers and flip flops. Dressers fullof bras, and panties, and. Your Hubby staring at you in a new light; normally extremely protective of you, but tonight you were his whore who he was delighted in sharing you with Phil. Once again Phil tried to lever you up off the floor, but in his struggle your bra unclipped and fell off of you and blew into the road, once again you laughed and blurted out to ignore it. “I don’t need a bra!” you shouted to all and sundry, as your voice echoed along the almost empty street. Your Husband smiled a wicked smile and nodded. After that I went to the room and removed my shirt and pant for drying since I didn’t have an extra pair. I was sitting on the bed thinking about her hot body with a bulge in my underwear.Suddenly someone started banging on the door. I went to open it with a towel wrapped around my underwear and to my surprise, it was her standing wet hot with a seductive look. She said that nobody is opening the door. They have locked it before sleeping.I let her in and closed the room. Since she was wet I. I clip the leash to her collar and she slinks to thefloor and rubs up against my legs. With her tail high in the air and her head held proudly, sheprances beside me as I walk her across the room. You would think she was in aparade. She is a really unique kitty-cat. I turn off the lights downstairs and head upstairs with herin tow. She scurries up the stairs. Where before she wanted to lie on the couchlike some princess, now she doesn?t want to be left behind. As I reach the top of the.