Liz was shaking by the time Pavel finally closed her gown in the back.  Her legs trembled from the sure force of the arousal coursing through her, and it took her several moments to calm her shaking limbs enough that she could adjust the front of her gown.  Both of her hands came up to cover and grasp her breasts and lift each one into place to fit into the low cut bodice of the dress, and then tugging the beautiful blue material down just a bit more, revealing even more of the delectable creamy flesh available for viewing.<br/><br/>She slid her hand beneath the fabric and arranged the lush mounds once more, smiling wickedly as the mark Pavel had put on her moments earlier was peeking out from beneath the neckline of the dress.  Turning around to face her husband, she smiled at him prettily, and turning in a slow circle to give him the full view, and then bending over as if to straighten something on the front of the gown, but in truth she was merely flashing him a good view of the generous amount of cleavage he would be viewing during dinner that night.