"ohhh shit" i whispered in embarrassment. "he'll call you back." I finally said. I really fucked up this time. I completely told him off earlier. Now ... find out that he was actually telling the truth! what the fuck should I do?!then it hit me. "makeup sex". i went in his closet and found one of his bigger tshirts. i took of my jeans and tshirt and stared at myself in the mirror. i had on a red bra and a matching red lace thong. i slipped on his tshirt. i teased my hair; making it sexier. i also. Breasts large and bouncy. Like most housewives, she had put on a lot of weight in the upper legs, fanny, and tummy, with a noticeable bulge just below her waist. Hmm, I would think she is all of one hundred and sixty pounds. Reed mused in his mind.Sooner or later, he fucked every gal that worked for him."So, Mary Jo, why do you want to work here?" My daughter just started college, and we need the money." How old are you, what is your husband's name, and what does he do?" He is Tom Snyder, and. That and a bra, pair of plain white panties and black socks. "Nopantyhose?" I said, walking into the bathroom."You want pantyhose?" she said in shock. "That's a little weird." No. You wear them. I figured I was supposed to." I looked at myselfnaked. Damn, no wonder she didn't want to have sex with me very often."I would. You'll have enough problems today. You don't need that.That's why I left socks. You want the whole nine yards, we can do it.Dress. Stockings. Heels. If you don't. ’ ‘I’m okay, Wes.’ ‘What happened? They wouldn’t tell me medical details.’ ‘Apparently it was a ‘graze’. Which meant it ripped my side open and I got stitches and stuff.’ ‘… Can I see?’ I paused to give him a look. His lips pursed while holding my gaze, containing a laugh. It was infectious. I felt myself grinning, then showed him, peeling back the tape that held a gauze over my stitches. ‘Does it hurt?’ ‘Only if you fucking touch it.’ I slapped his hand away and we both snickered. He was giddy.