I do…. I like to wear pantyhose” He then laughed, but not like in a mean way. “Well that's totally fine with me. But you don't just like it. I t...ink you really love wearing them. You even paint your toenails” I removed my hands my face and i was totally blushing. He sat there and smiled at me. “Yes…. I really do love it. I love how they feel on my legs and feet. They make me look pretty” He looked at them again. “You know what Brian…. They really do make your feet look very beautiful” I was. The pants were to be hung up with the shirt, then I was to return to kneeling in front of him. Again, I obeyed instead of being a bad boy.“Very good job son, well done. Daddy is pleased with you so far.” He said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs slightly spread. “I accept you kneeling in front of me as your sign of submission to my dominance. I want you to study my cock son,” he said as he moved it around for me to see it better. “This is your daddy’s cock that you will be. I was a great listener and I waited for Amy to respond. ‘Let’s see, I met my late husband while I was in college. We dated for about six months before we got married. Ten months later Gina was born. Dave had joined the military and I was studying to be a nurse. I figured we could live most anywhere and I would be able to get a job. He was set to go overseas and I thought I’d live here till he got back. We would live wherever he was stationed. He never came back.’ I could see tears in her eyes.. When all the hard work was done she just sat on the floor exhausted staring at it, with a somewhat larger smile on her face now. ‘Just like grandma’s,’ she said out loud to herself. Frankie had a habit of talking out loud to herself when no one was around (a bit of glossophobia?) After her usual dinner, alone, she got into her pajamas and ready for bed early. She was anxious to get under the covers and try out her new purchase. It was barely dark when she pulled the quilt up over her shoulders.