George greeted me in the kitchen with a kiss. He was ready to walk out the door to go to the golf course."Karen, you look frumpy. Put on something nic...r. Something with some oomph. We want Eric to think the best of us," he said.I cried when I redressed. My husband had ordered me to make myself prettier for a man who wanted me. My emotions were overloaded just thinking about Eric Winston. As I looked at myself in my full length mirror, I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. No, you. "Pick up that soap and get your hands good and lathered up," he told me as he leaned forward and supported himself against the wall with his muscular arms raised above his head again. "Now wash my back." I got my hands covered in bubbly lather and then set the soap back on the ledge. I moved my hands to the small of his back and started sliding them upwards."Oh gosh," I moaned softly as I felt the firm muscles of his back beneath my hands. I slid my hands all over his broad wide back and then I. "As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls panties from now on!" She said, adding. "All the time just like a real girl!" She smiled at me. "And whenever your home I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high heels!" She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for discussion. "And if I'm ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!" She told me. "Just like any . If my suspicions ran true to form, I could probably expect equal if not superior results from the mother rather than the daughter. The older I became, the more I understood that age was not the primary factor that determined the success of a physical union. It was more related to that comfortable feeling when the dirty deed was done and over with that really counted.The daughter was lacking in confidence and in all honesty I found that a bit appealing because her hint of shyness hardened my.