I love being with you, love being your comfort and companion, your plaything, and your lover. I know my duty and resolve to do it, so I shower, caref...lly shaving and lotioning for you. I carefully finish my hair, just the way you like it. I run my fingertips up my legs and my pubic mons, making sure there isn’t the slightest rough patch. You love these panties; their faint white lace pattern reveals just enough, and its matching bra barely covers my nipples. I don’t wear white silk stockings. Red high heels. She looked like a tart. Beautiful, but a tart. My outfit was worse. A red strapless sheath dress, semi transparent, and like her, no underwear, just red heels. “My god Mum, we can’t go out in these, what if we see someone we know!” Emily exclaimed.“I know you’re right, but you know we have no choice.”We went downstairs, Charles was waiting.“Ladies, at last. Now before we go, one of you needs to thank Alan for disposing of your problem.”“You mean………?”“Exactly, now get on with. What I fought for was simply the right thing. The rights of Fathers in Politically Correct American Courts. Yeah, all the danger zones. In my time, I feared no one. I did what I wanted. And I can honestly say that I had a blast. Now, I find myself facing the future. After four years of college, I finally earned myself a degree in Criminal Justice. What will I do with it? I could set a course for Law School. Or I could head to the Massachusetts State Police Academy. I don’t know. Like all of. When I asked Michelle about it she said that she was irritated because they were acting like they knew more than their wives did so she had let them know they did not know everything. Michelle seemed to think this tactic worked well and was already thinking up other little bombshells for them. Bobbie thought it was hysterical considering how they had been treated, until I pointed out the downside that they could become jealous and cause trouble. This caused them to reconsider what they were.