I pulled out some shirts. They were all to small for me. I pulled out some shorts to wear. They were also to small on me. Damn she married a short, fa... guy. I walked back into the bathroom. I opened a big cabinet. I found some brand new, never opened pairs of boxers. I found a red pair. They were Christmas themed. They said "Ho Ho Ho" on the back. I took off my Santa hat, and beard. I then took off the whole Santa costume. I pulled my white Calvin Klein off. I then pulled the red boxers up,. I told Denise that I had to go out on business and would likely be some time. She said, “Yes Master” and looked up at me… trusting, a stab of guilt, almost had me change my plans. I found Alice’s apartment block easily, being in the fashionable part, in centre of town. The concierge opened the door for me as if I were expected, and directed me to the lift. She was waiting for me as I stepped out of the lift. Her plain, figure hugging red dress was. “Baby girl, what are you doing.”“I’m sorry Sir, I was just thinking about last night and got carried away.”“Don’t be sorry baby girl, I’m glad it makes you want to stroke that pussy, but Charles has returned and I have breakfast almost done. You need to finish up, but don’t bother dressing, a robe will be more than enough.” Ok now he’s getting back to the Sir I love. Almost. I quickly dry off and wrap a towel around my hair, grab my robe and quickly brush my teeth. As I get near the kitchen I. The next day, I saw him out in his backyard working on his garden. I hurried and dressed in my skimpiest hotpants and a crop top but no panties or bra under. I quietly snuck over and leaned on the fence so he could get a good look at my outfit. 'Enjoy the show last night?' He jumped and turned around. His face got flustered and he kind of stuttered, 'UH, What show?' 'The show I put on for you. Do you like my 18 year old body, mister..?' He nodded his head. 'Next time, keep your lights on so I.