Each time I would come out with a new article of clothing on. It took a couple of times before my husband noticed. When he did, he knew something fu...n would be coming of this little game. Eventually I had gone from jeans and a polo shirt to leather skirt, nylon body shirt, short jacket, thigh highs and heels. The jacket covered my tits, the skirt wasn't too tight or short and the heels were not too high. I managed to eventually change into sexy wife without being a prostitute in this family. They talk about many other things before they head home in the late afternoon.After dropping the girls at the eatery Mort has just enough time to clean up, change, and be back for his dinner. The sports centre is shut today so he does more planning before he goes to bed early.Monday, Day Seven of CleaningThe day starts off as normal with breakfast and driving up to the house. There’s not much cleaning left to do so Mort gets started on the last tasks. First is to go through the house removing. I mean its like, I need the money but I don't know if I'm willing to sell myself like this." I was just so unsure. Here I was a high school dropout with no job, no money, and living in my 27 year old boyfriend's apartment. Life is good, huh?"Babe, I know you need the money; you know you need the money, so why don't you just do it? You're so good at it and guys would pay huge bucks for a barely legal girl like you. You're lucky I have no problem with it, too. I don't know of any other guy in the. My bra barely contains my tits, my nipples just peeking over the lace. You cup my breasts and slowly rub your thumbs over my nipples. We break the kiss and I look into your eyes. They have gone dark with desire. Your eyes are on my tits, and I pull your head towards them. You take one of them in your mouth, slipping your tongue inside the bra around my nipple, freeing it from its lacy confines. I arch my back as you swirl your tongue around and suck my breast. You give me a playful nibble, and.