"How do I look," Emily asked me, modeling the dress she was going to wear to out with her friends last night.
"Like you're going out to get hit on by men," I answered, the first thought that popped into my head.
"Yea," she smiled.
My clit tightened in the cage, not that it mattered, but I hadn't realized it was that kind of going out.
"Wait up for me," she said when she kissed me goodbye, "I've got plans for you later."
I raised my eyebrows and she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"No, sweetie," she looked down at my midsection, "not those kind of plans. I meant I have plans for this," she touched my mouth, "not that," she said, looking down again.