"Hmm, an interesting proposition Mylord is making" indeed the prospect of being something of a sex slave for this lusty old man for a few days was just the right thing to brighten her previously dull mood "Tell me then, how much would this vocation pay in case I were interested for a while?"<br/><br/>Finally she took the dress from the hanger, and paused a moment to let her fingers run across the exquisite material. Maraskian silk as she had guessed. Very durable, yet pleasant to the skin, and also elastic to a degree. Dresses made from the material tended to accentuate their wearer's curves exceptionally well, and even fit to her somewhat unusual physique. And they were extremely expensive. If he did not mind the pearly white affair to be stained by his cum, then neither would she.<br/><br/>With a few practiced moves she lifted it over her head and let it slide down around her form, helping a bit here and there until it fit perfectly. Down to her waist it appeared just like a regular dress with a considerable cleavage but otherwise conservatively cut. It was form fitting, but not completely skin tight. From the waist downward it snuggled up to her form, perfectly accentuating her freshly humped behind, until at around mid thigh it veered away from her legs into what appeared to be a loose but too low sitting skirt. Tight as it was wearing any underwear beneath it was out of the question.<br/><br/>"I sincerely hope this fine garment will work as Mylord wishes and keep his servants from pouring all over me during the meal."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>