John had left me covered in his and my own cum with the promise of more to follow on my birthday. He'd also said that he loved my red matching outfit and would love me to wear a different colour. The ensemble I had on was in no fit state to be worn again (covered in spunk and torn in a couple of places), but I had plenty of others to replace it. About a week before my birthday, I had the expected call from John - the comi...