My heart was going so fast my hand were sweaty and my face was as red as can be. When I was down to my pants he commanded me to stand in front of him...and look at him."Now remove your pants" in his sharp voice. I had always been shy of being naked in front of guys , because I am not very big and had always avoided it.He threatened me with the phone again. I was so nervous , but I slipped them down. My cock and balls had tightened and shrunk , I found I could not speak "Good boy " he said as he. “Tell me!“ She shouted.“You need to figure it out for yourself! You need to see it yourself. Mother is not what you think! What you think is all a lie, and it will fuck up your life unless you and the others see it.” I said.“Bullshit. You’re lying! You need to get in there and apologize.“ She yelled.“No.” I said.“Then I’ll make you!“ She shouted.I started stretching. I focused on staying calm, living and fighting in the moment. I had to block out outside distractions. I had to block out. Howcould he know I liked this or any other nightgown!? Then I realizedthat he must have had a way to spy on me!I sat at the vanity and in the pile of fluffy pink lingerie I foundthe pink garter belt and put it on. I fumbled, shaking as I put thepink, lacy brassiere on and then stuffed the cups with Kleenex onceagain. I looked at the package of nylon stockings still in the plasticthen opened them to see these were pink nylons that matched the garterbelt! I put them on and noticed how sheer they. He had never strayed, never had an affair and never fucked anybody else except his Arlene. And for Arlene it was the same, Tom was the only man who had fucked her.That’s not to say Tom didn’t have his fantasies, the girls he would imagine fucking while his cock was buried deep in Arlene. The actress such as Gwyneth Paltrow or it would be whole of the girl band Girls Aloud, especially the ginger one. Sometimes it could even be some sexy slut in skin tight jeans and big tits just walking along.