“You may call me Betty,” she said, pursing her lips. “She wants to see me.”I nodded, trying to think about things other than how she would loo... stripped to her soft skin.“Well,” she said, “I guess this is as good a time as any.” She rang a small bell and told her maid to send for the groom and have her horse made ready and then to bring us some tea. I sat at her invitation, and she sat across from me, smiling a sort of secret smile I have noticed on other women’s faces when they look at me. I. I wasn't exactly dressed to the nines. This was the first time I had been to Helen's apartment. It was a pretty typical apartment, in a large suburban complex where each building looked exactly like all the others around it. After a few minutes of trying to get my bearings, I found the correct building and carried the table up to the second floor. Helen greeted me at the door, wearing a maroon silk blouse and black leggings. I admired how the silk d****d against her tits and how the leggings. I had played his little game and now his fun was over."Ok dad, I'm going to get these three and out these two back." What about these?" He said pointing to the pieces of underwear I had picked out."I'm going to get those too." Don't you need to try them on?"Whoa, wait a minute. What?"Um...no, I know they will fit." No, no you must try them on." Again poised with my phone ready for more pictures.I scourged at him. But looking into his eyes, I knew he was serious. I turned my back to him and. “Ha ha ha, your legs look quite good in fishnets but I’m not used to seeing a bulge in a pair of women’s panties. You look like a slut.” “S…sorry Chris, give me a minute to put some jeans on and I’ll make you that cuppa.” “You aren’t going anywhere you sissy,” he said, grabbing my arm. “Please Chris, let me get changed.” “Not a chance, now take of that dressing gown and parade around like the big sissy that you are, or I will text all our friends and family telling them what your into.”.