Over the next few days, everything between Dave and me is normal. Except I am always dressed sexier than before I met Sir. It doesn’t matter whether I’m just in the house or going to the supermarket; I dress sexily, wearing a shelf bra under a fairly sheer blouse. Always short skirts with stockings and suspenders underneath (never wearing panties now) and always 4" or 5" high-heeled shoes or boots. Over the next few days,...