My wife pulled down her mask and kissed me, her hand gently reaching up to my breast where she paused before laughing to herself. "This is too weird for me, honey. I'm sorry, but I can't make out with you while you look like this."
"Hey. I only look like this...." I said, gesturing my whole body. "Because your creepy boss won't allow couples to his fucked up party."
She frowned. "Firstly, It's a masked dinner party! And secondly, he won't allow you to come to the party after you threw up in the back of his BMW!" Each emphasised word came with a prod into my chest. It was strange how sensitive my new breasts were, but this bodysuit was high end and super expensive. "I don't want to turn up on my own... Can we please just get through this and pretend it never happened?"
I could never say no to that face. Otherwise I'd never agree to this plan in the first place. Grace was going to introduce me as one of her Sisters and I'd spend the party telling stories to make her look good. Or at least that was the plan before we knocked on Mr Wills door.