I smile as you hug me, glad that you like the dress I chose for you. I kiss you back, tasting those sweet lips pressing against mine, almost feeling sad when we part. My eyes follow you around the room, getting my own clothed to get dressed, we shouldn't make our guests wait. Moving behind you, I place my hand on yours as you struggle to get the zipper up. Carefully, I pull it up and leave you to finish getting dressed myself.<br/><br/>Once you are ready, I smile once again, watching you model the dress, loving how it fits your tight body and how the cleveage leaves little for the imagination. I offer you my arm so we can go meet our guests, after all you are supposed to be my protegee, most of my acquaintanes aren't aware of my tastes.