Dorothy sniffed and groaned."It hurts so much." She said."I know." Chuck brushed his hand against her forehead."I-I'll be real good. Just let mommy ge... a little sleep." Aw, poor thing, but this will take only a minute." He smiled at her."Wh-what is it?" Dorothy couldn't dare disobey him or even stall him."I want you to tell me something."Oh, no. She could hear the threat already in his voice, no matter how kindly he pretended."Please. I-I don't know." You haven't heard the question yet." His. I put the bra on backwards andhooked the snaps and turned it around so the cups were in the rightposition for my "breasts" which were to be my mom's old pantyhose. Stuffedwith the hose they actually looked good. The final obstacle was to put on the dress and get mom to zip it up. WhenI called for her, she came in and smiled her approval; she zipped up thedress and held out the petty coat for me to step into. I did not expectthat she was going to pull up my dress exposing my panties and. Alexander was nowhere to be seen, as usual at this time of day. His sister, Andrea, a dark haired girl that looked as if she had stepped out of the decoration of a black figure work vase, emerged from the bar. She was running things as usual. Freddie nodded. She knew he’d take his regular metrios; the tiny cup with its black thick coffee and sufficient sugar to take away the bitterness together with a cooling glass of water. Andrea turned her attention to the girls, waiting patiently while they. I presumed that she was doing this because she felt sexier dressed that way. I can go along with pantyhose in a working environment, but I much prefer the separate stockings and panties for a heavy date. Again, it was Jenny who clued me in on the relative advantages of the different kinds of female attire.I pulled her panties down to her knees and paused long enough to remove her shoes. Jenny had shown me what an aggravating nuisance high heels could be when I was trying to remove my date's.