He took out the long-sleeved black satin blouse with white ruffles at the neck and cuffs. Pearl buttons. Nice. Under the blouse was a shiny black, A-line skirt with ruffles at the hem and a zippered back.
Martin held it to his waist and turned so that he saw his reflection i the closet mirror. He frowned at the slacks he was wearing, carefully put down the skirt and stripped naked, smooth skin gleaming dully i the modest light of the bedroom.
He picked up the satin elasticized waist cincher, fingers tracing the boning. It had adjustment lacing in back and a zipper front. Under the waist cincher was a black bra. He picked it up, felt the liquid cump inserts, was tempted to put it on but didn't. More treasures in the box.