How about you send me something to tide me over until then. Amanda: Like what? Jay: I don’t know be inventive. After a few moments. My computer c...himed again. This time my messenger told me I had mail. Amanda: Well I better get off of here. My dad is telling me to turn off the computer. See you in a couple of hours. Before I could reply my messenger told me she had already signed off. I sighed to myself. I checked my email to see what email I had gotten. Once I opened my email I noticed. Before you get the wrong idea, she is totally submissive. She will do anything. Anything dear! And she loves it. She really gets off on acting like a slave." Who is she?" she asked. "How did you find her? Are you going to be in trouble with me over this?" No dear. You will just have to trust me. I met her totally by accident and after tonight, you will love her."Just then, she walked in the kitchen. She had her head down and started getting some stuff out of the cabinets. My wife had a shocked. Her breasts were small like mine; probably a B cup, and her nipples were standing out firm with the sudden exposure to cool air. My eyes went down to her bush which, like her hair, was fair and curly and gave the impression it wasn't very thick. She had trimmed it to a nice neat triangle. Mine was a horrible bright ginger and hadn't grown beyond a neat tuft so didn't need trimming to the panty line yet. I suddenly became a bit embarrassed looking at her like this but when I looked at her face. Miller said. "I said no underwear, and by that I meant no panties. Tomorrow, and for the rest of the week, your assignment is to be as wanton as you can. I'm serious about this. Flash as much skin as you dare, and then maybe just a little more. Maryjean, you asked about a bra. Don't wear one, and leave your blouse unbuttoned almost all of the way down. It'll be uncomfortable, and you'll bounce all over the place when you walk. That's all right. Pull up your skirt so more leg shows. Bend over.