The next day before Gloria left for her interview, she instructed George on what chores she expected to be done before she returned. She told George s...he wanted him to wear the frilly apron she handed him to keep his clothes clean but really, she just wanted to embarrass him more. Gloria had decided that George was going to become a househusband and that she would become the woman of the house. She knew she needed this job so she had dressed as sexy as she dared. She was determined to show off. “So you’ve got to call your mother,” Suzie commented.“Yes,” Sean answered.“What are you going to call your mother?” Suzie asked with a grin. Sean had told her about eating the meatloaf the previous evening.“Nothing I can say in front of your mother,” Sean answered.Suzie laughed and said, “I’m sure of that.”Sean’s eyes drifted back to her body and all thoughts of further conversation fled his mind. He managed to say, “You’re so beautiful.”Suzie rose from her chair and sat astride his lap. She. I have a wife who knows how to behave and manage a house, and whose father supports my career.’ ‘Ah,’ she said, leaving the table to fish around under the bed. She drew out a large bottle, half-full with dark liquid. ‘It’s not what you’re used to,’ she explained, ‘But as an occasional treat, it’ll do.’ ‘What is it?’ Hester asked, eyeing the liquid suspiciously. ‘Wine. My own making.’ She sighed, opened the bottle and took a long draught. As she handed the bottle to him, she gave a cough, a. ?I approach, I struggle; try not to make a mess,Hard to walk, the latex tight, a one piecehobble dress.I teeter, I tarter, I have to navigate by feel,Neck in posture collar; feet in shoes of ballet heel.Arms laced in binder, nipples clamped, tits sore,Here I cum, once again, your woman Faith No More.?Forced down beside you, the first of many tasks,Domsmake us share air through connecting gas masks.Deep into each other’s eyes, through lenses we stare,We gasp gently, together, we’re a wonderful.