So, Sir dressed me today.
Not something he typically does.
He told me today I would go without a bra.
I go periodically without a bra
at home, but never when I go out.
He did allow me a fleece when I went out,
but my tits are still jiggly and…AND….
IT'S COLD HERE!
He and I went out to lunch.
He's wearing shorts and a sweatshirt.
I'm wearing jeans and a semi-transparent t-shirt
AND a fleece.
We're walking to the restaurant and I complain,
"It's cold!!! I'm so cold!!!"
"Ya, tell me about it," he retorts looking down at his legs.
"Well, YOUR'S was a choice!" I say
"Yours is a choice too, my dear.
IT'S MY CHOICE."
and all I could do was grin like a
fucking idiot at him!