.. I had two pairs of blackpanties but I knew exactly which ones I wanted, the thongs. I had wornthem last night and had left them in the dirty clothe... bin when Ishowered that morning.They weren't there, the dirty clothes bin was empty. they weren't in thelaundry room either... I finally found my thong, along with my other pairof full panties, both of them were clean and neatly folded over my boxersin my underwear drawer.Had mom left them there? I was so ashamed... She had obviously done. I was visiting friends in the area and one evening while everyone was either at work or busy somewhere else, I decided to look in the old-fashioned Yellow Pages. You remember them don't you? I found the massage listings and every one of them seemed like legitimate massage offerings. They all listed occupational license numbers, as required by local laws and they all claimed to be the absolute best in town. Not that I would expect any business to not claim they are the best, but one offered a. Besides, I'm struggling to see what your problem is.Now the thing with us wives is that we are creatures of emotion, our every action and reaction defined by our 'moods' and you, as a mere humble 'wife lover' can't really be expected to attune yourself to our wild and unpredictable behaviours. Certainly, it is one of the many, many reasons that we shouldn't be expected to make important decisions or be left in charge of anything; with the possible exception of ovens and hoovers and washing. Finally, as if she got tired of me not doing as secretly requested, shereached in and grabbed my arm closet to the door and forced it behind myback, her strength more than evident. Let me add, the position couldonly be described as most uncomfortable. Could this be one of hermother's rules? I put my other arm in a similar equally placed positionbehind my back, thinking that maybe having both behind me would beacceptable and desired. As soon as I had done so she pulled the seatbelt from its.