I’d worn no panties that night, as usual. But I was so swept up in the vibrant personalities that were joining us for dinner, that it didn’t even phase me when I sat down leaving my bottom covered. The scarlet dress I wore was perhaps the most alluring and sexy of any that Jackson had bought me. I already felt reasonably unveiled with so much of my décolletage bared – almost to my n*****s. I expected that any minute they’d pop right out of the dress’s tight-fitting bodice. The slightly flared skirt would have allowed me to raise it without being particularly obvious, but still, I just plum forgot.
The conversation during dinner breezed along easily. I did more listening than I did speaking, but I managed to hold my own when asked a direct question. The evening continued pleasantly and I w
