Of course it was my own fault. I had been a closet crossdresser since Iwas a child, sneaking into my mother and my sisters drawers to try ontheir clot...es whenever I had the chance. As I grew up, I had acquired alarge amount of my own clothes from the internet, mainly focused on thelittle girl style that I loved, and continued to dress in secret evenafter my marriage to Sarah. I know I should have told her before we weremarried, but I was so in love with her and I couldn't bear the thoughtthat. He asked for some hot water sayin he isnt feeling well. My mom told come inside and sit left the main door open and went to the kitchen to get the hot water. When she came bck he was seated on the sofa. She came and gave it to him. After drinking it he told he wanted to use the bathroom so she took him to her bathroom. Once he came out he grabbed her by her hand and closed her mouth. Suddenly 3 more tuk tuk drivers all dark black like charcoal came into the house. One of them closed the main. ’ So, her name was Clare. She stared at her phone for a long while. She finally got up from the vanity at which she sat and disappeared from view. I was disappointed, thinking I would not see her again. But she did come into view again, only dressed differently than her previous look of pink pajama set. She now wore a Black and Scarlet lace rose corset, black lace stockings to match and black silk panties. Gorgeous did not seem like a strong enough word to describe her. Beautiful,. ."I was about to respond... but she merely continued speaking, so my own response stuck in my throat, and I merely sat watching her instead. I was certainly intrigued, curious, perhaps intimidated and even a little bit afraid, but sitting there watching her doing whatever it was that she was doing was getting to me. My cock was as stiff and as hard as it had ever been, and the fear of her asking, no telling... me to get up and do something for her, like turning off the pool cleaner was suddenly.