It's a task that always takes me a bit of time as I'm notused to wearing stockings but I know the boss will appreciate it -they're a big fan of old fa...hioned lingerie. My stockings fastened, Istep into the matching red silk and lace panties and pull them up aroundmy hips. I fasten the bra round my middle and turn it round beforeputting my arms through the straps and pulling the straps up and over myshoulders.I pause to check my reflection in the mirror. I have to admit that thered silk and. Anything.”“Roger that.”I could smell the Wrigley pork soup simmering on the stove as I gave Walker a quick hug. He’d become very aware of my boobs over the past year or two, so I teasingly squished my nipples back and forth against his bony chest.The food had come from the downstairs restaurant in the Wrigley. We order from there often. Handy and delicious.Quick shower, just to rinse away the day’s cares, then a sit-down dinner with my son. We both dunked chunks of baguette into the flavorful. Here I can hold you in the air while I pull off your shoes with one hand. Sliding the pants over you ankles I let you swing back and away into the dark, bare bottomed and constrained to the swing. Pulling your self up and onto your feet you stand chained from above in the sand box not knowing what will be next or where it will come from. Your last contact with any control of your movement is your feet in the sand holding you just as far back as you can step before the chains on your wrist cuffs. ”“How do you do, Sunny?” Tab said. Then to Kathy Lynn, “Pleased to meet you.” To me, he added, “You have a fine looking family.”Kathy Lynn snickered, her hand over her mouth trying to hide it. Sunny just looked at him for a moment and then back to me. Then she returned to playing with my silverware while we awaited breakfast.“Did I say something wrong,” Tab asked quietly.“It’s not your fault,” I told him. “You’re just not completely informed.”“Yeah, Michael and I aren’t married,” she told him..