Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss
I picked up the first lingerie, it was a black sheer lace, with impossibly tiny straps and matching thong and thigh-high lace socks, honestly, it looked like scarp of shredded clothing
This should even be classified as clothing because it exposed more than it covered, but I guess that was the point
The second was a bright red lace Babydoll Chemise, backless with a cupless bra designed to show off my whole breasts like an exhibition
The warmth in my face only grew hotter at the scandalous pieces; the third was by far the worst. “How had Sasha convinced me to buy these?" I mused quietly
The last lingerie was ivory in colour, it was a tiny dres that fell a measly three inches past my waist, lea