"Oh nonsense!" she smiled. "You're perfectly presentable and it's not like I haven't seen a man in a bathrobe before."Yes, but not this man, I thought...as reluctantly I invited her in to the lounge and offered her a coffee. She accepted and I brought it through and saw she'd laid out a pamphlet and a plan on the coffee table and indicated for me to sit next to her as she launched into a sort of prepared spiel. I listened carefully but was becoming quite distracted as her delicate perfume was. My penis started to stir, but the thong kept my boy parts encased. As I admired myself, Emily tossed me a short black skirt, followed by a white tank top. "OK time to get back to your room. Sorry I don't have a wig or heels for you, but this is a good start," Emily said."But I am all dressed up like a chick Emily!" Tough, we will make a run for it!" She said as we hurried back to the room.Once we got back into the room, I made eye contact with Tyrone and began to get butterflies in my stomach.. Certainly the latter rather than the former applied to Mrs Grace Winterton, nee Cone and heiress to the Grasco supermarket fortune. Grace indeed! No name could have been more inappropriate for such a graceless creature. I had vetoed her suggestion to do a calendar, I mean, it's all very well, but it has been done before, and she took that in very poor spirit and ended up muttering with her two cronies, Hilda Smith and Annie Quickly, who are indeed a couple of crones whose allegiance she has. I could see my wife’s nipples looking fully erect and even heard a stutter in Rich’s speech as though he couldn’t quite concentrate on what he was saying. I walked into the kitchen and as my wife glanced towards me I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded to her breasts. She took my cue and did the same to her chest and carried on talking. But when I got back to the dining room and looked out again I saw that she had dropped her arms again to give a clear sight of her erect nipples straining.