Thenext morning while she was off having her hair done I put on one of herbrassieres and then my slip. It all felt so exquisite that I threw agolf sh...rt and slacks on over them, and feeling delicate and dainty andsweetly feminine, I went back to the lingerie store to buy my own bra.I bought two, because I couldn't decide which was more "me," a satinunderwire, or a stunning lacy whisper of a bra I just loved at firstsight. Barely married, I was at it again, and absolutely delighted tobe at it. “What did you say whore?” she demanded. “Yes mistress” I started, “Your whore will do as you say” I added. “Fuckin’ nice” I heard Jerry say. We all went into the living room, Jerry taking the lounge chair while Carol and I moved to the sofa. Carol was dressed in a long housecoat which she removed before sitting down revealing a black, low cut lace bustier with straps holding up her black stockings, no panties and I now noticed her 6” black high heels with pointed toe. Sitting down, “So”. Check systems or something." Yeah." Muttered Nat, inspecting the back of one of her hands, noting the disgusting masculinity of it as if for the first time, through her real eyes. Well, she considered, one real set of eyes, anyway. She had a choice in that, at least."Christ. I look like something from Robot Wars..." The half-machine twitched the spinnerets at the base of her neck, more for reassurance than anything. Thankfully, all the data the needle-like implements sent back said good things. By this time a young Mexican boy came out, down the steps and, without asking, started to carry the bags inside. I gave Sandra my arm and led her into the foyer. Immediately the manager appeared, and fawning and bowing, asked the ladies what he could do for them. Seems he recognized quality when he saw it. Sandra told him to arrange a suite for her and her companion. He bowed and scraped to the desk and asked “Would you like to register now or after you've rested, madam? I'll have your rooms.