It’s fun, being the ultra-professional, whilst showing as much as I think I can get away with. The amusement takes away how “FUCKING BORING” some meetings are.
That’s my husband. I sometimes get outfit choice paralysis, so because of that, he lays some suitable outfits out for me each morning. I can change them if I want, but mostly, he makes good choices. Things like Supergirl says what kind of sex he wanted, and indeed, we’ve just had. I’m so incapacitated by that Kryptonite butt plug…
My lady parts had a rest between 10:30 and 11:15 this morning. They were, of course, airing to the world under my dress, but they were otherwise left alone. What more do they need? I don’t want them atrophying! 