"Are you ready for the fall Harvest dance. What kind of dress are you making? Remember your picture is due tomorrow," Molly said."I know my picture is...due tomorrow, but I don't want to go to any stupid dance. Do I have to make a dress?" I asked. "Oh Yes you have to make a dress and yes you are going to the dance and you will act like a lady. If you don't I will add onto your punishment. Now tell me what kind of dress are you going to make," Molly said."I guess I'm going to make a blue Alice in. Oh dear! Remember the self-confident, virile, young, up-and-coming business executive, with the trophy wife, you were, or were pretending to be, on your wedding day? Look at you now! An emasculated, sissy faggot locked in chastity, made up like a pretty girl, dressed in stockings,and high heels and panties, prostrate and helpless before one of your wife’s lovers, as he pumps your mouth full of his residual cum after he has pumped her to delirium! You thought, when you true on your. "I didn't even remember owning this!" I told Cammy after checking the mirror. For some reason, just the sight of me in it made me feel more upbeat.I couldn't feel bad, even after both of us failed to locate a top that passed muster. I had a pair of staid three-inch heels that would be okay, but I couldn't very well go topless."Don't worry," Cammy reassured me. "I have a top you can borrow. Just use this for now." She handed me her black blouse, which was tighter on me than it had been on her,. As she approached she saw it was Frank and she let herself into the passenger seat; clicked on her seat beat and the car sped off. Forty minutes later the car pulled into the car park outside the Robin Hood Restaurant; found a vacant space and pulled to a stop. Helen unbuckled her seat belt was about to get out of the car when Frank stopped her; he simply said, "It's check time! So raise your skirt my fine young slut!"Helen was taken aback; she was not used to her dates talking to her like that.