No tights or hose to be seen. Her mousey coloured hair was not good condition and held up in a black band.My Mum Celia is relatively slim, very tall a...d has dirty blonde to prematurely grey hair. She runs a recruitment company. Dad owns a scrap metal recycling company. After a few hours of just pleasurable hanging around, Frank called me to the barn, I wasn’t sure why, but when we got there, he took me around to a side stall where a ewe was contained in a kind of contraption that held her. Once a friend had told her that she really knew how to “dress for men”, but she had shrugged that off. She never thought that she dressed for anyone other than for herself. She did, however, enjoy the looks she got when she showed a little more leg than usual or “inadvertently” let her blouse fall open. “Why not?”, she thought. She'd never had any complaints from men or women for that matter. The men were more apt to stare, but the women would steal glances and later confess, “You look. I had a quick shower, and even then, as my soapy hands slipped over my body, I couldn't help myself. My slippery fingers were imbedded in my fanny, and I worked myself up to a fine orgasm. With my desire finally sated, I got dried and dressed for a walk in my local park. It was an unusually warm sunny day, and already it was getting humid, so I slipped on a thin cotton summery dress, lemon yellow, with small white flowers. I rooted through my undies drawer, and found a pair of baggy directoire. "He got tingled and asked "What do you mean?"I said with an stern tone "You need to quit your job!"Tushar was in a shock "But why?"I came heavily again "Cos you don't enjoy it and I'm doing enough for this family to prevail, don't I?Tushar didn't refused that but asked "Then, what would I do?"I had everything in place and she said in enthusiasm "You will serve me"Tushar had a convincing expression on his face and asked her "How?"I explained "It is about you Tushar I want to change your.