I had become a slave to her. Living on each email. Today Iwas to purchase a pair of pink thigh high stockings - for me. She alsotold me to purchase a ...ink camisole and a pair of pink, 5 inch heelshoes. The stockings and camisole were to be purchased at a younggirl's boutique. For the shoes, I had to go to a stripper's boutiqueacross town and actually try on the shoes before I brought them. I wasso embarrassed at both stores. In the young's girl boutique, I keepthinking that one of my daughter's. We were Proud Parents of a happy healthy baby girl 7 pounds 9 oz we named her Jennifer after her moms middle name Jennifer ann Roberts. well we all was living happily the years went by we each of us much older now our daughter was turning 18 in may . My wife and I are in our thirties our little angel baby was almost eighteen years old. Wow time does fly seems just like yesterday I was changing her diapers.My wife worked at the hospital a nurse it was close to home where her mother worked as a. Easing first one then two of his fingers (…. Hands like shovels remember…) inside. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse at times to ensure there was as little discomfort as possible. Now I have to admit, that I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if I had squirted (happened before with Eeyore - google it its possible) while he gently fingered my arse. Anyway, sensing no aversion to the idea, he slowly withdrew. We talked again because I wanted to feel him out that my gift to him would not cause any problems for him. He seemed very agreeable to the whole idea and that's when I decided that the next day was the time.I asked him to come over again the next day at a certan time and told him not to disappoint me by being late. Of course he was right on time the next day and I loved the look on his face when he saw me in a very loose fitting outfit. I invited him inside and made him relax by talk. I then.