I dropped to the chair and dug out my wallet, frantically looking for her aunt's number so I could call her back. Finally I found the number and diale....No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.Missy was scheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed to come over and drop off my camping gear,. When I went to college I found myself attracted to strong willed womenwho I felt were in control of themselves and others. This is where I metmy future wife. I never mentioned the idea of wearing women's garments,but she was absolutely in control of our relationship. She found itinteresting that I liked women to be in control, and evern when we werehaving sex she was the one who would initiate it and most of the time shewas the one on top. She loved to have me kneel before her and lick. With the tension removed she quickly pushed the material down her shoulders. Her breasts popping out, it was too hot for a bra or panties. Once again she thought Marlon was about to pass out. The dress now hung over her luscious ass cheeks. She seen he was about to reach out and help her but stopped himself. "Go for it." She said with a smile. Pulling her hair up she quickly tied it into a tight pony tail. Marlon's hand felt soft as he grabbed her waistline and tenderly moved the dress down. "If you can't afford me I'll get a job," she said in a huff.I did not want her working either. What I really wanted was a stay at home wife that maybe would want to have children. I was not too worried though because chances of her getting a job were small. She had taken the easiest course in college, Liberal Arts, which did not qualify her for much.Much to my surprise, 3 days later she told me she had a job. "Take me out to dinner to celebrate and I'll tell you all about it." The dinner part I.