.............................................."That'll be them now!" Chrissy stated in excitement, "go and answer the door then! Like the good slave y...u are."I replied, "Ms I've not got any clothes on-" What did I say about interupting me?! Don't! Now go and answer it as you are," she smiled in anticipation of the day ahead, "they'll like that."Obediently, I made my way down to the door and, with nothing but a nervous smile on my face, I opened the door. There they all stood together,Tara -. . no, NEEDS to see for himself. Once we got to your house, we will go immediately to your bedroom and you will change into the outfit that I have for you."We stopped by my car quickly to get the gift-wrapped box and then drove the few short blocks to their house in her car. once inside the garage, we went upstairs to their bedroom where I gave her the box and told her to put it on. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom and was a vision of desire! I had purchased her thigh-high. She was terminally ill with lung cancer, but that was not about to stop her from taking her vows one last time. She adored Rabbi Michael Schulman, her quite unconventional spiritual guide/lover/friend, more than enough to take the plunge with him. She initially resisted and suggested my sister, but that wasn’t what he wanted for marriage at least.Michael was in love with Mom ... that much was evident. If he was willing to become a widower after such a short spell, he must love her a lot, right?. Once I'd eaten and cleaned up my tiny kitchen I was to bag up all my boyclothes and take them out to the road to be collected the next day bythe refuse lorry. I was almost crying while I did all this, and a coupleof boys walked past and jeered at me. I shuffled back in on the highheeled slippers.Next I was the hang all the items from the delivery in my wardrobe. Iwas to wear the black PVC bra with cut-outs for my nipples matchingblack panties, a black chiffon blouse which buttoned up the back.