Thenshe looked at me and shook her head. "This really is his fantasy?"My wife sighed. She turned to me. "Pull down your underwear and show her."I blan...hed but did what she ordered. I pulled down my panties and showedher my restraining device. Of course, she saw my hairless crotch at thesame time.The salon operator touched me then grasped it too hard and squeezed.I moaned. I don't know if it was painful but the humiliation wasdelightful. I felt myself leaking. The operator collected it and. My hands themselves were long and slender, with a beautiful engagementring / wedding ring set on my left hand - the diamond sparkled in aprism of color when it caught the light from the bathroom windows - andwith a set of elegantly manicured fingernails painted a deep burgundycolor. I slowly grabbed the sash of my robe and pulled the knot loose. Therobe fell open, exposing my panties and my legs. I saw that I waswearing simple panties. Nothing erotic or particularly revealing, butfor the. There was a colander -- anddon't ask me how I knew the name of the thing -- in the dish rack. I put itin the sink and carefully poured in the peas. While the water all drainedout, I put on a couple of oven mitts that were hanging on a hook and got aserving bowl out of the dish rack. Two minutes later, the bowl of peas wasin the center of the table melting the three pats of butter I'd put on them.Nikki was taking the chicken out of the oven, when I heard the front dooropen. "Hey, what smells. Finally they got to start learning some plays, instead of just running the track and lifting weights. I lingered behind with Maurice as he changed out of his practice uniform, back into his clothes, and then escorted him from the locker room. Practice went well. The b o y s learned some plays quickly, and executed them with awesome accuracy. Coach even complimented me on the shape of the team. The team as a whole, had gained 225 LBS at this weeks weigh-in verses try-outs. That was an average of.