"Let me pull your girdle up his pants, mother... rightup... so that his nice satin bow isn't covered... There, now, isn't thatsweet!"Muriel pulled on ...er hat as she watched with great satisfaction. It wasa flamboyant spread of flowers and fruit above a wide brim, with blacknetting ready to be dropped over her richly made up face."I can't have those lovely suspenders going to waste, of course."Her daughter gave her a puzzled look. "Mother, you're not puttingstockings over his pants?"Her mother. It was rainy out, so today would be an indoor day. I bound my boobs up in a modest, functional blue bra, threw on some boy-short panties, and slacks and a sweater that did nothing to conceal my mind-bending curves. As I cooked eggs and stirred batter for breakfast I thought of the previous weekend, when Richard had some friends over. I had to pull my son off of a boy at one point, struggling to somehow contain his fury and rage as he screamed, “YOU TAKE IT BACK! YOU TAKE THAT. This splayed Cindy's legs wide apart, totally exposing her cunt and ass-hole. Her hands, of course, were still tied behind her back. Losing no time, her lust rising again, my secretary positioned herself over Cindy, mounting her as a man would. She positioned the tip of the dildo over Cindy's ravaged ass-hole, and began pressing. I was astounded at her cruelty. She was smiling manically, a wicked, toothy smile as she pressed the tip on Cindy's ass-hole. Cindy shrieked and began pleading,. Ilift my skirt, lower my knickers and sit down. I'm still not sure ifit's you, and still not sure if I mind. I drop my knickers down to myankles and slide them over my heels. I ball them up into my hand, thelight silk and lace taking no space at all. As I walk back through thepub I can sense the increased breeze around my arse. I get back to thetable and sit carefully. He holds out his hand and I reach across andplace the small delicate ball, worth almost ten times the ?5 that I amapparently.