I look at it, it's Bernie and I'm sure as hell not answering his phone calls!Once we're in the taxi the driver begins, "Ms. you and your husband-to-be...seemed..."I interrupt, "Son, you have been such a help to me, however right now is not the time for you to play amateur psychologist with me. Bernie delivered an ultimatum to me which I could not tolerate! What the hell is it about men that they think they own their women!"The taxi driver slinks down in his seat at my admonition and thank God. .back to my pussy...as I rubbed the towel against my pussy walls...as I was noticing that the more I dried my pussy...the wetter it got...the more I dried my clit...the harder it got... when my doorbell ranged. It was my lover arriving for his daily session of hot, wet, sticky, passionate sex.I led him to my love nest where handcuffs, blindfolds, feathers, whips, strawberries, frozen g****s and pornos were part of the norm...As my lover walked behind me...his hands were caressing my ass...I. “What is wrong with it, dad? Why mom does not allow me to take these drinks?” I asked abruptly. “I cannot tell you the reasons my baby, but I have allowed it to you today”. After few seconds, he further added “I am not sure, what is going to be your mom’s reaction, when she comes to know about it” he was nervous about mom’s wrath. “Don’t worry dad, I will never let mom know about it”. With my remarks, he felt relaxed. “Mixing different drinks may cause reaction, you can take more champagne”. He. I took the liberty this morning of throwing out yourremaining pants as I purchased you several pairs of slacks lastnight. Unfortunately for you, I couldn't find any with a zipper inthe front, and I'm afraid they do up from the rear. I hope theyaren't too noticeable to everyone". That said Jacklyn startinglaughing. "One other thing my dear, you can stop wearing socks fromnow on too, your pantyhose will be all that are needed now and youwill find that your feet slip into your shoes much easier..