I eased around the side of the house to where our bedroom window is. It's to high to see in but I was able to see the room was lit up very brightly. I... knew that was my lights I use when video recording my wife . It was well over an hour when I saw Tim talking to one of his friends, they where avoiding the other guest. I started to go in the house again to look for my wife but she met me coming down the sidewalk. I kissed her on the lips and asked where she had been. She told me that Tim was. After chatting and agreeing to take things further I told her next time we met she had to wear a denim mini skirt with black hold ups and the same underwear. She told me she hated her legs and didn't suit skirts, I told her to do as she was told and wear what I said this was to be part of my domination of her dressing how I liked not as she wanted. We arranged another meet in a pub for the weekend but that she must be dressed as I said. I didn't hear from her again but went to the pub anyway. .." Trish began."Oh, no. That was a JOKE. Joke!" No, no, I meant we, Plural, should probably get that done sometime soon." Trish hastily elaborated. "I'm running out, and you don't have a functioning washer here."Which sadly was true. I had inherited the washer and dryer, but unfortunately, they hadn't been in working order, I had discovered to great consternation, and I had been too broke recently to buy a new one. Hell, a trip to the Laundromat, while mundane and dull, might just be the thing. Then of course, there was her pussy, her delicate, lovely flower, caressed by expensive silk… Daddy? What? Oh, sorry. Ive had a lot on my mind. Do you need some money? He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his wallet. He shuffled through his cash before handing her a fifty-dollar bill. Wow! Thanks! Youre welcome. Youve been doing great in school and you deserve a treat. Take it and have fun. Awesome! I love you! She shouted, before running out the door. *** A few hours passed and when she.