She sat out dinner and we ate like normal. When Bill finished his plate he asked Lindsey to put his plate up so that some of the table space was clea...ed. When she leaned forward to grab his plate he placed his hand on her hip and looked into her face with a frown. “Put the plate back down and don’t move a muscle.” Lindsey stopped moving while she was leaning over the table and Bill got out of his seat and walked around behind her. He told her not to move as his hands went under her dress,. It should be quite lively and...well, informal." All right, I'll go, Drew. I have a couple of conditions, though." Anything, dear. Name it, and it's yours," he replied gratefully."First: this is not a ‘date’. It’s a business meeting – nothing more. Second… leave me the details, and your measurements. I get to choose our costumes for the night. Agreed?"He pondered for a split second, then decided to throw all caution completely to the wind. "I wouldn't have it any other way."II.Over the next few. All she really knew was how disgusted she felt afterwards. She felt good from the fucking, but mentally disgusted. She hated herself. She hated Beth for licking her cunt as she'd been told. She even hated Ted for going along with Don's blackmailing scheme.But what real choice did any of them have? That was what rankled. What was even worse, it was only a matter of time before Don camc back and demanded another sex show for his amusement. Somehow, it was more humiliating being put on display for. I remember one night we were necking downstairs in her father's house."I think you'd look cute if you wore a scarf."It had just come into fashion then. Men wearing scarves instead of ties it was the new fashion. I felt really embarrassed I loved women's headscarves and neckerchiefs. They had always been a turn on for me. In fact I had worn some of my mother's kerchiefs when masturbating. But I wore it for her. And also at that time silky shirts were in fashion for men. I wore them for her.