?A souvenir,? she grinned.On the way back to the condo, we passed an older couple in their 60s heading to play tennis that Mommy was friends with. She...introduced me to them, and said, ?My son thought he could take his ol’ Mom in a match, so I had to show him who’s boss!? The couple both chuckled at that while I looked away wishing to disappear. ?Awww.. did Mom kick your butt?? The woman asked me. ?Yes,? I replied sheepishly, and that elicited more laughter from the three of them. Mommy. It was too tight in the chest for him to have worn with the breast-forms on, as she'd said. The outfit was a standard French-maid outfit: white blouse, black dress, white stockings, a matching garter-belt and a bonnet. He thought he looked quite sexy in it.He picked up the dress, shoes and breast-firms he'd discarded and carried them back into Sophie's attic-bedroom. He discarded them once again, where Sophie indicated and she handed him a pair of shoes to put on. They were simple shoes, black. He then left the room leaving her shaking with fright, her mind full of thoughts of what he would do to her, should she fight him?, should she give in and stay alive?, what would happen to her?He returned to the bedroom carrying the holdall and checked she had not moved, bending down he took an extendable spreader bar out and threaded it between her cuffed arms, running it behind her head as he extended it so that now her arms were pulled back with her elbows pinned behind her head, he then. " Jeeze you're a dingaling Jimmy, I reckon this is a terrific idea, we both get to see each other in the nuddy and I get to touch you, it couldn't be much better so stop being such a sook and soap me up."I couldn't win, Jen's soft body rubbing against my back soon got the attention of Mr Happy, if I turned around she would see it, if I didn't she would continue to play havoc with my hormones. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. I'm only human I gave in. Jen had a gorgeous body, a slim waist,.