.." I wasn't sure what to say. She walked closer to me."Come on. Speak up sweetie. What class do you have next?"I stepped back and looked up at her. "... know not."She let out the worse half of a laugh, a little snort. Then she just peered at me. I shifted my feet."Hmm, well, we can't just leave you here. Let's take you to the administration office and see what they say." Very well, ma'am." My, aren't you polite. Come along."She proceeded down the passage. I followed."Ma'am." Yes?" Are you a. As he reached for the door knob, my heart gave a little flutter. We were at the point of no return.The door swung open and there was Amber in all her glory. The pale blue bikini top we had chosen for today barely covered her nipples. The skin that protruded out the sides of the top rose and fell slightly with each breath.The bottoms, which were pale blue with white pin stripes, was pulled along side her pussy lips and looked to be straining to contain her. I could tell, even from my position at. She has never really dated or had relationships since then. I guess that's why the Sunday dinners have been so important to her. It was a chance for us to sit and have a glass of wine and talk about our lives.Occasionally, she would make something special and tell me to dress nicely that evening. On those special nights we would have candles and sometimes she would have a second bottle of wine, I was only allowed the one glass sometimes two. Since it was nearing her birthday I was allowed the. " Yes, darling!" And some more butter from the fridge, please, big brother!" Yes, darling!" You're sounding a bit hen-pecked this morning, mate!" Well, they are all my darlings, in different ways! It's only because I got up, and you two stayed sat on your bottoms!"I passed the requested butter and jam, and put the kettle on to boil yet again."Dad learned an American version of 'henpecked' at a conference; he came home and said he was 'pussywhipped', and Mum wasn't very pleased with him!".