And bring all your skirts out to us.”I normally wear skirts above the knee as I know I havegood legs. My boys wanted them shorter. They cut all ...fmy skirts in half and had me hem them. They were nowonly a few inches below my crotch when I put them on.Wearing one of these skirts, a low-cut top, shoes, andnothing else, they took me shopping.They bought me stockings, not pantyhose. Thigh-highsthat stay up on their own. They were black with sexypatterns.They bought me two spandex skirts that. I'll pick you up." That's not a good idea. I'm not in a very good mood." I can put you in a better mood just like the last time we were together. Come visit me." No. I'm sorry it has to be like this. Stop calling me."I slammed the phone on the receiver. Adrenaline still coursed through my veins. I wanted to punch something.I felt like an ass for ever getting involved with Kerri. One night of drunkenness has come back to haunt me and now Cindy is pissed off at me. A feeling of déjà vu hit me. Didn’t take long and I was shooting ropes of cum all over the shower floor. I finished my shower and headed towards the drivers lounge to wait. About 15 minutes later I saw her come down the hall way, wearing a summer dress that came to right above the knee with her brunette hair shinning from still being somewhat wet. I was in awe of this beauty but composed my self and stood up and walked with her over to Denny’s for dinner. She seemed like she was in a better mood now and made little jokes. They are so used to being in charge. I thought it would help them to understand...” I started to explain.“Matt, come here and look in this mirror,” she made me walk over to a mirror in our living room and look at myself. “Do you see yourself? Now, look at me. Who knows what is best for my girls? You or me?” she asked.“You,” I felt I needed to answer verbally.“Yet, you felt you could teach them about submission because you know about the lifestyle? You’ve lived here for a weekend. Tell me what.