'Okay please strip down to your underpants' added Muriel. I felt my face go red as I slowly started to undress, until I was stood in my white Y fronts... wishing I had mother who bought me more exciting underwear.In the corner of my eye I could see Tracey had a smirk on her face, as Muriel pulled out all kinds of medical apparatus, before doing all kind of tests, listening to my heart, blood pressure, looking in my mouth and ears and testing my balance, Then things were to get a little more. I was unsure about my career choice, and he gave me a job working for him to try out the field. I wanted out of the house, and away from my slut mother, who still brought random men home to fuck, so I moved in with him.Richard was precisely what I needed in my life. He looked somewhat similar to my real dad, so imagining that our fictional life was real came very easy. My heart was not broken anymore, and I was finally able to move on. I still missed my dad like crazy, however, I had an outlet. On Friday, most of work was done and Hedda 'accidently' bumped into herdesk, putting a run in her pantyhose. She winked at me as she walked toour director's desk, asking permission to run to the store and pick upanother pair of pantyhose. She asked that I be allowed to join her.Apparently our director thought this was funny and allowed me toaccompany her on her trip to the store to purchase some pantyhose. Shewalked by my desk and grabbed my hand, then picked up her purse at herdesk and out the. .. stop.' she sniffed'Now remember, say "Yes, please Mr. Collins".'Lisa shook her head as she lay there. She contemplated telling him whereto stick his Mr. Collins, but she admitted to herself that she couldn'ttake anymore of the belt. A fresh wave of tears hit her as she realisedshe was going to have to give this bastard what he wanted again.The words came out through gritted teeth and between sobs. 'Yesplease... Mr... Collins''Okay, good. Now I'm not going to have to tell you again about how.