I didn't even remember who had worn the dress. All that came to mind was the fact that she looked so much beautiful and sexy in it. And I wanted to be the one who'd take it off later that night.
The candles and the torches were all lit. In fact, I had told the servants to make sure the place was all shining. Yes, I wanted to impress the woman that I wanted to take bed.
Maybe she wouldn't feel any admiration for my efforts, but that wasn't the whole point. Not the whole point anyway.
As we sat down, I wanted to put my hand on her left thigh. At least, that was the one closest to me. But I resisted the urge and said something to her about getting all nervous.
I mean, she was right there with me. In my own house. The same house that she had started out as my slave. My favorite one. But she had ran away because she could not take it anymore.
