Mom helped me with my makeup and got me into what she called my "playclothes." Pink, frilly garter belt, stockings, panties, and three-inch-stiletto ...andals.Topped off by the sheerest, shortest babydoll nightie in captivity.Mom smiled maternally as she watched me admire myself in one of mythree full-length mirrors. "No genetic woman except me perhaps, wouldwear stockings, garter belt and babydoll for a love session. Thoughsuch a combination drives men lust-wild. Sometimes, it's. She was harder on the outside and also in her inner self."I hear the Girl is getting it again!" said Mr Jenkins to Mrs Huskisson as the sounds came in through the open pantry window to where the two of them were enjoying a welcome glass of sherry."She never learns - that one. Idle as they come. Make sure she gets some from you, Mrs Huskisson when she comes to clean out the kitchens later on! We mustn't be soft on that wicked bitch. Remember how she stank the town out when she was begging there?. Nice and round and firm. I think that is what they call a spankable ass."That shook me. I hoped they would not dwell on that. I hadn't been spanked sinceI was about five but I remembered it hurt and was really humiliating.Ben changed the subject by saying, "Okay babe. The bra."I hesitated again but slowly took it off. Bill said, "Great tits. Look hardlyany sag at all. You don't need a bra Babe."I blushed thinking the reason they didn't sag was because I always wore a bra.Then they had me do. We headed back to Control, where we all had our debriefing. As we waited for it to start, Clint thanked me for the radio. “I was worried at first, because Fang here came bounding up, and you were nowhere around. I got scared you were hurt, then he barked and stopped right next to me. He looked right into my eye, then turned and did it again. I asked if he wanted me to follow him, but he turned yet again, and I swear looked over his shoulder. I remembered you showed me his vest, and sure enough.