We pay our accountancy firm that amount.’ ‘That’s good money. You could pay me less.’ ‘No you do a good job and I’ll pay that and show you...my tits.’ ‘Eh?’ ‘Susan has been talking to me about you, naughty boy. Take a comprehensive approach and improve and streamline everything you can and that will remove an after-hours workload off me.’ Xavier worked seven hours over two days from midday, starting from the desk where payments were recorded and working through to the final production of the. "As for coming home, I couldn't. It just wasn't that simple." Why not, Mom?" Cindi asked, tears in her eyes. "You knew we loved you. You knew Dad would forgive you for what you did. Didn't you care about us enough?" she sobbed. Elizabeth looked stricken."Oh no, honey! I loved you guys! I... I just couldn't!" Why not, Elizabeth?" I asked gently. It was time to get to the crux of the matter. I felt I knew the answer, but the girls needed to understand, and Elizabeth needed to understand. She had. I was waiting to see her in those clothes and then, she opened the door slightly and called me. I went and she said “The pant is too tight and the shirt uhm ” the very immediate thing came to my imagination were her thighs and tits.They are the reasons. I said I have t-shirt and shorts if she is ok. She hastily said ok as she had nothing to wear. I gave her my shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt leaving all my pajamas and half hand tee shirt.At first, I really felt like giving her good clothes. I'm well aware that you're neither physically imposing nor particularly strong. But is there something wrong with me if I expect you to act like a man? Even if it's only occasionally?Talking about acting? You're suggesting that I act as if I'm aroused? Well, if you remember I did try that once.Yes, I know I laughed, but could you honestly blame me? I mean, after all ... But on second thoughts ? would you like me to try and act the part of the dominated spouse again?No? Well, if you'd just tell.