When did you startwearing pantyhose?" Lily asked, puncturing the silence in the room."I don't remember," Jerome replied, unsure of how to respond."I ...ind that hard to believe. I mean, little boys don't get dressed inpantyhose by their mothers. You had to do it on your own." That seems right, I guess..." Seems right or is right?" Lily asked, intrigued by Jerome's response."It's right," Jerome admitted."So, when did you do it?" I stole a pair of my mother's when I was about 12 or 13." Your. The palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze coming in from the ocean just a few yards from where the pool ended.My mega rich husband had surprised me with two tickets to an all-inclusive complex in Costa Rica and I had jumped up and down like a silly school girl. I had immediately gotten into my Ferrari and driven to the most exclusive shop I could find and went on a shopping spree. I spent more money in that hour than I had earned during a year working at the diner where Jack met me.*At the. ." Shut the fuck up!" George yelled out loud. He was alone in his truck."Oooo, strike a nerve?" the voice, louder than ever, continued. "Don't like thinking about how you sold her out to your asshole boss, a guy you knew was twisted and fucked up? Don't like thinking you could do that, even to a stupid fucking slut like your daughter? That you could teach her how to be a whore?" Quiet, I'm thinking, shut UP!" he screamed again. George was snaking his truck down the late afternoon roads of outer. I’ve digressed. So, after the ‘inspection’ she then asked me if I was okay with her demands and rules – she added that none of what she would ask of me was non-consensual and that I could choose to decline if I so wished, however that would be the end of the relationship. I told her there and then that I would do everything she asked of me. I then fell to my knees and prostrated myself at her feet telling her that I absolutely worshipped her and loved her – and all she did was laugh. “Okay, get.