She couldn’t really think of what to say. A man buying her clothing seemed like such an intimate act, but the tone of Lord Garner’s voice brooked ...o refusal. The dressmaker heard the exchange and seemed to be even more curious and slightly perturbed. ‘Helen, why don’t you take a look around and pick out w-what you like.’ ‘Oh, but it’s not so easy.’ Said the dressmaker. ‘We will need your wife’s measurements, she’ll need to choose from templates, fabrics, trimmings and come in for alterations.’. I had had visits from several different nurses over the first week but then Margaret turned up and things started to look a lot more interesting. Now Margaret at the time was 44 and I was 28 and had always been an admirer of the more mature woman and god did she look good for her age. 5ft 8” black hair and an arse that just screamed to be played with and you couldn’t help but notice in her tight nurse’s trousers and her tits where the type that stood proud and were massive as they always. Finally, after I was properly costumed, I came face to face with Carrie, albeit Carrie channeling Hillary. I could see her eyes light up as she recognized me, and I stepped forward to squeeze her cheeks painfully together."So this is the President, huh?" I asked, giving her a quick look up and down. "Pretty miserable excuse for a fuck, isn't she?"I pushed her away, watching her eyes dim. She still knew that I was her master, but she was smart enough not to insist on it while we were here."This. Ginger took her in her arms and tried her best to calm her down. When Olga finally gathered her composure, she told us that Bill was dead. After we left Friday, she and Bill got into a terrible fight and he was drinking heavily. Angrily, he got in his van and drove like a madman out of the trailer park. A couple hours later, the police knocked on the door and told her that Bill had died in a one vehicle accident. His van went off the road and Bill wasn’t seat belted. He was thrown from the.