I watch as she steps into her cute lacy thong, still keeping her eyes on me, just as I taught her on our first date together.
"Something of mine?" I ask.
She blushes and it's the cutest sight.
"Yes, like a sweater or T-shirt or something," she utters. "Like... a boyfriend kind of thing."
I raise an eyebrow at her and she raises her hands in defense.
"I mean, I know you're not my boyfriend, but I-"
"You'll get your sweater, doll," I say, interrupting her with a peck on the lips before I turn back to the closet to give my doll what she deserves.