As she completely shaved her pussy in the hot shower, she was fantasizing about the Dom. She pleasured herself with the handheld shower head – but w...s still not satisfied. She decided to wear her big girl plug to work. She dressed in a low-cut top, lacy underwire bra (making her J-cup boobs seem even more prominent than usual}, a skirt whose hem hit just above the knees, garter belt & stockings, high-heeled boots and no panties. With every step she took, the weight of the plug got her hornier. Her eyes were large, and a deep shade of brown. She looked deep into his eyes before whispering “Can we not stay here? I want to say goodbye, and thank you too you properly.”The two stared into each others’ eyes, still holding each other. Mr Henson had always had a soft spot for Becci, but was a little confused by what her last comment had meant. He let his eyes wander down her body, checking out her small pert tits and perfect petite figure. As his eyes moved back up at met hers again, Becci. "In fact she had called Terry twice already. At 11:00, Terry told herthat she and the girls had just come back from shopping, but she hadn'tseen Chris yet. At 12:30, Terry said that they were driving home, butshe needed to stop and get Chris something to eat along the way becausehe'd not eaten anything all day."How does he look? Is he ok?" her mother had asked."Relax, mom. He looks great. You'll love him - or should I say her -when you see her." The laughter of all the girls in the car did. The meal passes in a dream like haze, the foods favour, concealed by their enjoyment of each other’s company, the playful banter of a long term and trusted friendship driven to a new level, by the still dawning reality of their new relationship. Finally as the last glass of wine leave the bottle she comes round an sits on his lap, as they share the last glass between them, and he starts whispering in her ear the sweet little nothing, that have no meaning, yet are the most important things in.