If you cannot live as my wife, get out now." "I...I...I will do what you say, Anne." She came over and stood in front of me, with a maliscious ...mile on her lips. Very quickly, she drew back her right hand, formed a fist and drove it into my solar plexus. I bent over in pain, and fell on the floor, conscious that my dress was up to expose my panties. I was so weak. "You are to be submissive and docile, and pretty at all times. If you do not like what I say or do, that's just too. Not too shabby for an old lady Beth.By now my curling iron was cool so I finished packing up a fewtoiletries and my make up. After the car was loaded I stopped forbreakfast at a local restaurant, figuring I would skip lunch. Seems likeI have put a few pounds recently so that will probably help either thator I am going to have to get a tighter cincher. I filled up the car,dropped the top, and off I went. As I cruised along the highway Ithought about how if this were my "brother" he would be. She then began pulling at the white silk laces as I held the corner ofher bed post teetering on the high stiletto heels. And soon my head spunI watched my waist shrink smaller and smaller with each whirring zip ofthe laces through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the cincheras it became tight and the wrinkles came out of the material and thewhite satin began to gleam in the room light.I grunted and gasped, writhing as I wobbled on the heels holding thecorner bed post. "I...I. She continued to look at my photos as my eye leered up at the t-back top as it wrapped around her voluptuous breasts, with some white, creamy side-boob showing."Your photos are great! I never knew you were such a pro!" Jenny remarked as she turned around to face me.She noticed that I was staring at her ass. I could see that "I know what you are doing" expression on her face, followed by her stretching her shoulders backwards and pushing her chest outwards so that her ample sized C breasts stood.