Get up, have a shower and get dressed. We're going shopping for some slut outfits. I'll leave something on the bed for you to wear.Slut outfits. What ...id he mean. Where were we going. When I came out of the shower there was a white lace mini skirt on the bed and a matching lace tank top. I'd never seen them before. They were like something an 18 year old would wear on a night out not something a 55 year old mother would wear shopping. They barely covered my breasts and bottom and with no. I started by cleaning my mixing vats. They had been covered, but not cleaned. I had three ten gallon vats. If I decided to run them at capacity, I could mix half the twenty gallons at once easily, so that's what I planned to do.I took them to the house where I filled the ten gallon water colors with boiling water and scrubbed them. Then I went to a huge amount of trouble to rinse them clean. When I finished they were spotless. I carried them back to the spotless building. There was no chance. In fact, Cathy would often walk to work except when it was raining.It was a few years later when Cathy brought up the subject, would I like a son? I said all the appropriate things, a healthy child is the most important and gender doesn't matter. Cathy smiled and said, "Okay, you have placated me. Now would you like a son?" I admitted to the possibility and we started on it that night. Sex is different when it is for procreation and not recreation, not better, but different.Nine months later we. Once standing, you examine my body, poking and stroking what u please as I feel ashamed standing naked in front of my attacker. Goosebumps crawling over my skinas I realize there is no escape...A back handed slap comes fast and knocks me off balance as you throw me back on the bed, now fully naked, and you slowly creep over me, an evil smirk on your face makes me whimper. You grab my neck, hard, and you don't let go for a long time, until I flail wildly, thinking I would die there. As I.