.”“Ray, RAY, wake up, come on Ray, wake up?” It was Susan. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m here to help you find out about dad.”“What’... going on?” mom stumbled through my doorway covering herself with a robe, “What is it, Raymond? Did you have a dream? A dream about your father?”Why was everyone talking so loud?Still shaking, but comforted by Susan, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I looked at Susan, who said, “It was a dream about Dad, it sounded like. Go to bed mom, I’ll help Raymond get. .. and he loved it too." She grinned tothe manageress. "I think he's going to make a perfect sissy assistant forPretty Boy, Miss Presswell." Maybe so," replied the manageress; "it's practice he needs. So who havewe here? Introduce us to each other." Mrs Marchison is having her son fitted for his school uniform. This isMiss Presswell, the manageress, ma'am."The client was tall and in her forties, in a long purple coat which shewore open, revealing a floral summer dress. Her hat, shoes and bag. I was trying to drag my mind away from that one glimpse of her nipple, but my prick wasn't listening, it was hard and about to spit in my fist when I heard her walking out onto the verandah,"Davy, where are you?"I pushed my prick back into my pants and looked up to where her voice had come from, oh my God! She was wearing just a robe in the warm evening air and I was looking up directly at her shaven slit complete with a tiny silver bell on a ring through her clitoris!"Davy" she shouted again. We slowly made our way to the bar side to get more drinks. As we we walked by a group of guys getting bottle service I noticed the lust in their eyes as they sized up my wife from head to toe.That's when I got an idea. I told my wife that if she gets picked up by a guy that she finds cute, she can be naughty as I watch. She asked me if I was sure about it and I said absolutely. Besides what's a little dirty dancing and groping these days anyways?So there I stood as I watched my wife dance away.