She even measured across my nipples to get my exact cup size, that just made them extremely hard and it didn't go unnoticed by her."I'll be back love,...with your bras, garters, and stockings." She then said.I had not told her I was already wearing stockings, and like an idiot, I just stood there in my pants waiting for her to come back. I had not even tried on one pair of panties.Speaking from outside the dressing room, Lisa said, "I have your bras, garters, and stockings can I give them to. When I told her how sexy she looked in those jeans, I'm damn sure that she didn't believe me at first. But the more I enthused over the way she looked in them, the more she appeared to enjoy the praise I'd heaped upon her. Slowly her reaction went from sort of embarrassment to satisfaction when I told her how sexy and attractive she looked. It could well be that I inadvertently hoisted the sword of Damocles over our relationship myself.Although she refused to wear them in public, over the. Something was definitely going wrong..."I'm sorry Alice, I don't know why I said that" Don't be, it just makes me more wet, please don't stop!"Well, I wasn't sure I wanted to... But if it pleased Alice, well..."What are you going to do, bitch? How are you going to get me to please you, slut!? Well?! Are you going to beg, or do I have to leave you to squirm forever!" Every word I muttered, I got louder, more confident, more angry at her for not worshiping me to do this for her. In fact, what the. Not wanting to fight, my father hid in theirbedroom. My mother was adamant - when he came out she'd fight himwhether he fought back or not. The only way she'd leave him alone was ifhe came out wearing the gown. After a brief intervention by my twograndmothers, my father put on the gown and formally accepted that fromthen on, he would wear what my mother wanted, when she wanted and whereshe wanted.On the screen, my mother walks across the studio to welcome her firstguest. From the side, the.