I don't have any choice."Nick laughed, "Oh, I'm a sick little boy now? This, coming from the same little slut that just begged me to fill up her pussy...with cum? I am going now but will be back in one hour, you will be wearing clean bra and knickers and nothing else!”Nick left.Janice was panicking, what was she going to do what could she do? She did not want to be arrested by the police, her reputation would be destroyed as Nick said she could end up in prison. She had no choice.The hour was. “Well, make yourself comfortable, Rahul will have lunch ready soon, meet me downstairs when you’re ready dear,” he told her.They returned to the bedroom as two men placed her chests in the room at the foot of the enormous bed. She thanked them, and after ushering them out, she took out a clean set of clothes.The pants she selected were a little narrower in the legs than the ones she wore. It still wasn’t acceptable in polite society for a woman to wear pants, but out here, she didn’t care. They. She explained what a flower girl did.“Neat!” She ran from the kitchen into the living room. “I’m going to be the flower girl! You can be the flower boy,” she told her older brother.Lauren started laughing as she heard this. Predictably, her son’s response was immediate. “What! There’s no such thing as a flower boy! No way am I going to be a flower boy! Mommmmm!” He came barreling into the kitchen, his sister in hot pursuit. “Mom! I can’t be a flower boy! No way! The wedding is off!”Lauren. Friday came and much as I wanted to sneak away from work and spy on Alison and Paddy events conspired against it and it was past 7pm by the time I got home, Alison was wearing only her dressing gown, she seemed relieved to see me and I suspect she may have thought that I had done a bunk, Paddy had indeed visited and put in such a good performance that Alison seemed eager to tell me all about it, she explained that they had come back at 3pm and she had expected me to be home, and that she had.