”I frown as shame encapsulates me. “I don’t have that sort of body, sir. I wish I could wear sexy things. But they wouldn’t look good on me.�...I expect him to snicker or get annoyed by my vulnerable comment, but instead, he gently kisses my cheek in an act of surprising affection. “No, darling, I disagree. You can wear sexy things. We will find you good clothes to wear. Clothes that will make you feel desired like the nymph that you are. I would love to watch you at the bar with a sexy outfit. It was about 15 minutes till Rob, my regular short but stocky chastiser, entered. He was as usual totally naked, and between his legs hung his thick 8 incher and balls like a horse. He smiled a greeting walked to the door I had arrived from and bolted it ritualistically there was now no turning back. He came to stand beside the seat right next to Pat where he said, “Kay isn’t it I am Rob, I am glad to see your back?” he looked at Pat as if to ask why she was here. I answered for her that “she. Then she came out of toilet and drank water. She felt very sleepy and she also got to bed. She was wearing a nighty and she also had innerwears. She took her blanket and put on her body. She was lying with her back facing me. After 20 minutes I placed my hand on her to see if she was asleep. I shook her body and she was not responding. So I decided to remove her blanket. Then I slowly tried to loosen her hands from her nighty. Now she had only a bra on her upper body. Now I slowly pulled down. She'd come downstairs after dressing and asked me how she looked, I told her she looked like a typical English rose, which she did and she beamed with pleasure, then lifted her dress and showed me her underwear!The contrast was so bloody sexy, I wanted to cancel the pub but she threatened me with death if I did,"This is just like a date" she said laughingly, "And I'm going to enjoy it"We both enjoyed it even though we talked about her recent nightmare,"What about the house mum?" I asked and she.