Allowing her to fix that image in her mind of how she looked, posed like a fuckdoll ready to be used, I reached down and traced a nail along her wet folds, and bought the sodden digit back to my lips to suck her need off—she really did taste nice.<br/><br/>Still, we can’t be hanging around here all night; things to do. Moving away from her, I gathered her clothes from where she had stripped out of them, and bought them back to where she stood; the indication being she should put them on in front of the mirror.<br/><br/><strong>“You may dress, Three Holes.”</strong><br/><br/>Moving to the side, so that I wouldn’t block her view of the mirror, and yet still allow her to see my naked form in her peripheral vision, I relaxed on the corner of a seat.<br/><br/><strong>“I must admit, I greatly approve of your choice of outfit this evening, pet; it offers a great deal more to play with than what some would come in. Slut wear is all well and good, of course, but its rather obvious and leaves you nowhere to go. It also gives an impression in an observer’s mind that the person wearing it is already of lose morals, and so the shock and embarrassment factor when the humiliation whore is prompted to do something, simply isn’t there.”</strong><br/><br/>Reaching over to the jar of ‘interestingly shaped’ lollipops, I opened the top and pulled one out to trace the tip of it along my lips as I spoke.<br/><br/><strong>“There is something delicious about the woman appearing to be classy and normal from a distance, only to reveal the sex-starved little slut she is underneath at the right time. It also speaks as to who you truly are more, doesn’t it girl? Jaclyn; the successful business woman of impeccable taste on the surface, but is a needy little submissive bitch underneath for all to see…if one but knew where to look.”</strong><br/><br/>My hand raised up to point under her skirt, knowing that was the most visible sign to make use of in this context, but to be honest there were many other signs she gave off to those who could see them—I was just making the air she gave off more palpable, so she could understand what the predators like Du Monde see.<br/><br/><strong>“You might think you hide your needs under the cloth of the business woman, but what you desire is as obvious as…writing on the skin—which reminds me.”</strong><br/><br/>Having waited for her to finish dressing, I plopped the lolli into my mouth and snatched up the permanent marker as I rose up. Walking in front of her, I gently moved her pendant back over her shoulder, and wrote in delicate script ‘<strong>Rite on Me</strong>’ on the skin that the heart shaped cut out of the blouse exposed, before returning the pendant to its original position, to obscure what I had written.<br/><br/><strong>“The perfect addition, don’t you think?”</strong>I asked lightly, pulling the hard candy out of my mouth and placing it against Jaclyn’s sensitive plumped-up lips; the suggestion obvious, though I wondered how long into the night it would take her to work out they were made of my primarily juices.<br/><br/><strong>“As you can see, little one, you are now dressed, and yet I am not, so a little test to see how well you are paying attention. Based on what you are wearing, and knowing we are to go out for the evening, what would you consider to be the most embarrassing way for the woman you are ‘going on a date’ to look and act like—especially when it becomes obvious to them that they are in charge. What would press the most buttons, my dear Three Holes?”</strong><br/>