"I'll go wherever you'd like to go." Hmmm," she thought. "Dressed as you are limits us a bit."Dressed as I was? Whoa! I wasn't going out like this!... The look on myface must have said it all, for she looked at me in disbelief as shesaid, "What? You didn't get all dressed up to go out to dinner withme?"She couldn't be serious! "N, n, no! I didn't. I thought this was justfor you - for here," I nervously replied, not completely confident thatshe wasn't serious.She pouted. "Darn!" she. "No, I want you to get me out of it!" That's not going to happen, dear," my mother said soothingly. "Listen to your father, please."I didn't really want to, but finally, after several deep breaths, I sat down again and listened numbly.They thought I was too shy, they told me. Not adaptable enough. And the world was changing. When the state law was being considered, they had investigated it and surprised themselves when they discussed it; they were both in favor of it. It wouldn't hurt me at. I knew what time he was coming by, but had an excuse made up for the play that I had in mind.When he arrived I met him at the door scantily dressed and said, “I’m just getting ready to take a shower, Matt. It’s wonderful to see you and I hope that you don’t mind waiting for me.If you want to come in to the bathroom I won't mind.”Matt said, “Well, actually, I brought another friend of mine to meet you. Say ‘hi’ to Jill, John.”I heard John’s voice on the other side of the door but couldn’t see. You can see the dildo pointing out in front of you as the realisation hits home.“On your knees,” I tell you and as you obediently, immediately drop to your knees, with a rustle of cloth, my own dress falls to the floor, my knickers swiftly following.I sit on the chair with my legs open. The dark triangle of dark curls pointing to my wet sex.“Crawl,” I order, beckoning you with a finger. Watching you as you approach on hands and knees, your pert ass swinging, boobs swaying as you crawl between.