"I think it's… well… from what I… uhm… I do remember… well, like… I think I remember I have read about this once, and it means… but I am...not sure, if that's also the meaning here, you know… but… so… from what I've heard, it means 'clothed male, naked female'."Megan looked at him, puzzled."It means men are supposed to wear suits at the party, and women are supposed to wear… nothing."Megan stared. Blinked."You're not serious!", she said."I am not sure if that's what it means here!", Oscar added. I wore my usual jeans ,boots etc. The wife, well she was wearing black leggings over a sheer lace lilac g-string,come fuck me pumps, a matching camisole ,that disappeared somewhere between this and our next stop. She wore a short jacket over this. We started with cocktails hers was essentially a big glass of gin passed off as a martini. After 3 of these and a light dinner I asked what she would like to do next. Sge suggested we take a ride down Sunrise and scope out the strip clubs. So off we. ”Abbie rounded on me, “Will you shut up!?”She looked at the ceiling ... at the floor ... out the window ... at the ceiling again ... counted on her fingers and said, “Fourteen million, one hundred forty one thousand, one hundred forty dollars.” She looked stunned for a bit ... sat down with a thud ... got back up ... looked at us both.“Okay ... who did you kill?”“Nobody.”There was a long drawn out pause ... with a lot of heavy breathing and looking anywhere but at her ... and I said, “But we. The tie that I stole from you has fallen forward and now catches your eye as it sits perfectly between my big tits. Hungrily you reach out for it, wrapping it around your fist and use it to pull me down against you.My eyes spring open as you pull me toward you, a look of pure cheekiness beaming across your gorgeous face as you have taken back the authority in our little seductive game of power play.I giggle at your antics as I’m all too happy to play along, and I lean forward kissing you.