It was flippy and very short, barely covering my now reddened arse. I pulled the vest over my pert breasts and tucked it into the skirt. It was almost...see-through. Despite the balmy evening, my nipples were poking through the flimsy material.“One last thing, turn around.”I turned.“Lift up your hair.”I lifted my hair and he fitted a collar around my neck. “You acted like a bitch and now I’m treating you like a bitch.”The collar was black leather with a loop at the front. I turned back around and. The girl-girl nights always start the same. I decide the guys aren't getting into my snatch, but I've got all this pent up energy, so I dance with them anyway. I'm showing the other cunts my stuff. Eventually I need to take a break someplace quiet. It can be hard to find a place at some raves, but the stationary clubs always have a hallway or a quieter lounge where I can catch my breath and rest my ear bones. That's when they show up. They catch my eye and smile and mention how lame the guys. I invited him for "dinner" and I think he knows me well enough now to realise that it was really an invitation to go up to my bedroom.12:30 Ed arrived early and I pretended that I still hadn't had a chance to change out of my Sunday clothes. The new priest won't allow us to wear shorts, but he doesn't seem to mind us wearing shortish skirts. And I know that Ed likes me in black pantyhose and skirt, looking quite formal, so that is how I decided I would look when I opened the door to him. I. .at this moment the waitress brings our lunch and serves us...my hand still up your skirt.....rubbing your thigh...now so high my thumb can play with your pussy through your tights....I feel the dampness.....so I push the crotch of your tights into you as we thank the waitress for the food. She smiles and looks down beyond the table to wear my hand is up your skirt......lol......I thinks she knows....and smiles as she walks away.....my thumb pushing your tights into your wet pussy.