Relief Driver

As Sophia held up the Halloween costume, the black micro skirt and top sparkled in the dim light of the bedroom, the zipper running up the front of the top glinting like a thin line of silver. Patrice's eyes widened slightly as he took in the outfit, his gaze lingering on the tiny thong that barely contained Sophia's pussy when she bent over. He felt a surge of desire at the thought of Sophia wearing the costume, and he had to suppress the urge to reach out and touch her.

Sophia, seemingly oblivious to Patrice's reaction, began to examine the costume more closely, checking for any wrinkles or creases. "Under the circumstances I think it is best I have Mason take me to the party...he will be here in 5 minutes. You will get instructions about tomorrow's shopping, I expect you to follow them or lose my number" she said, her voice firm but with a hint of playfulness.

As she spoke, Sophia's fingers trailed over the intricate lace details on the costume, her touch sending a shiver down Patrice's spine. He watched, transfixed, as she carefully smoothed out a tiny wrinkle on the hem of the skirt, her fingers moving with a precision that belied the sensuality of the gesture.

The sound of the clock ticking on the bedside table seemed to grow louder, marking the seconds until Mason's arrival. Patrice felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of Sophia leaving, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the promise of tomorrow's shopping trip.

Patrice walked Sophia to the front door and she turned and gave him a delicate kiss, "Don't be dissapointed...try to do better tomorrow" she winked at him.

Patrice was determined to regain her trust, " I won't disappoint you," he whispered, his voice husky with promise. He watched as Sophia's eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curving into a sly smile. She leaned in, her breath whispering against his ear, "I'm counting on it."

As she pulled back, Patrice felt a pang of loss, his skin tingling from the brief contact. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of the Halloween costume, his touch sending a shiver down Sophia's spine. She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and batted his hand away. "Later, Patrice," she teased, her eyes glinting with promise.

Mason was standing next to the car door of the Bugatti waiting for Sophia as she walked out of Patrice's house, "Happy Halloween Professor Smotanova wasn't expecting to see you until later. I hope this was a treat and not a trick...you know I can take care of things if you need me to" he said allowing his jacket to open revealing his stun baton. "I keep this around because hitting people causes too much damage" he added with a sly smile, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the evening.