"There." Dante whispered as he pulled out the chair for Mireille to sit down.

Mireille sat, the smile not leaving her face as Dante sat right beside her. His left hand immediately parting the dress's slit and taking its place on her thighs.

"I love having you wear dresses with slits. Makes it so easy for me to touch you." his voice sounded provocative and Mireille let out a slightly heavy breath.

"Were you busy all day getting this ready?" Mireille asked.

"Yes, what ...