"Put it on," I manage, my voice sounding like rusted metal.

Her pout is like a stroke to my dick. "You're the one who is insisting. Put it on me yourself."

There is a siren wailing in my head signaling danger ahead. Having no choice, though, I take the elaborate dress off the hanger, unfasten the buttons and stoop down, holding it open for her to step into. And while she does step into the pooled silk, one high heel at a time, she does it slowly, bringing her nearly naked ass an inch from my ...