Bill at last hadhope "Really" he said in a weak pitiful voice. "Yes" replied the Queen, "ifyou don't want to marry my son then I will either sell you ...o a slave traderor give you to my soldiers as a present. Do you wish to marry my son?" Yes" said Bill with despair, as if he had any real choice this was theoption that was the least unpleasant."GOOD" said the Queen. "I always try to get my Son everything he wants. Ijust wanted you to be aware of your choices so you will accept. "I was thinking more like a suit." A suit?" Yeah. You'd look hot." Yeah," Emily agreed."But, no one will be wearing a suit, I bet," Richard said. "I'll look a little out of place. Overdressed." If you look good, you can't be overdressed. Besides, it'll be fun!" Sandra said."All right, fine. I'll try and find my suit in the closet." Good," Sandra said simply."This is your idea," Richard reminded her."Don't worry, Richard, no one will be looking at you, with Sandra on your arm," Emily said. She. "Now the next part is tricky. Let me help you adjust yourself. Youmight find this a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll soon getused to it."And without the slightest sign of embarrassment - on her part, at least- she reached inside the tight-fitting padded panties and manoeuvred mywedding tackle into a special compartment that went down between mylegs. It certainly was uncomfortable. She helped lever my testiclesback up into the cavities from which they had descended twenty. "Next Iwant to put on a pair of thigh-high stockings. You may lean over andgrab my shoulder for support while you raise your right leg and pointyour toes out in front."I began to slip the first stocking on her without any issues and when Ipulled it up to her thigh its upper elastic held it in place very nicely.The second stocking went on just as easily and now I was ready to put herfirst pair of high heels on her and see how she faired in them. Idecided to be kind and start her off on.