He balled up the remains of the dress and threw it at her. It hit her in the upper chest, and the lace caught on her right nipple. "You will wear that...when you go to resign your position on Monday. Your blouse will be..." he shuffled through the blouses until he found a sheer black one. " ... this. No camisole."She didn't move leaving the dress where it had hit her. "Yes, sir. What shoes should I wear?"He looked down at her shoe collection. It was quite a collection. He picked one pair up by. He slipped it over his head and walked out of his room, headed for the kitchen to get something to drink. He walked through the living room and as usual found is dad loafing on the couch.“Hey dad.” He greeted absent mindedly.“Hey son, you are up early for a Sunday morning.” He said, sounding surprised.“Yeah I couldn’t sleep anymore.” He answered as he walked into the kitchen. He walked over to kitchen cupboard to get a glass then proceeded to open the fridge to poor a glass of juice. He. I spent countless hours downloading porn at the computer, while Katie and her mother sat on the couch watching television. I pretended to watch too and contributed the occasional comment to their ongoing babble, but my words were meant to make them look my way. What they saw at times was my phallus at full erection, pressed long and hard and tight against my stomach, concealed only by the thin fabric of my shorts. On one or two occasions, I even let the engorged red-purple head throb its way. " You'll have to dye your hair blonde at this rate. The man you aremarrying is called Will, William Devonshire."I stroked my engagement ring. "I won't ever forget that. In another sixweeks he will be the longest attachment I have had with another personoutside of my family." I looked around the saloon. "It's very empty andmakes me feel as if we're on a ghost ship." Short-handed, the crew come in for meals two or three at a time." Of course I hadn't thought of that. What will they do.