Then I felt her shaking. At first I thought she was cold from the water so I broke our embrace and turned it off only to fine her crying."Mum, what's ...wrong? Are you ok?" I was very concerned about her."No, no I'm fine. I'm just being a daft middle aged woman." she sniffled."Mum, the one thing you are not is daft. And as for being middle aged, you are only 32 and have a great body to go with it. You're a MILF." Oops, there I go again. Speaking without thinking."MILF? What the heck are you. Richards. I could feel myself straining against the new panties and prayed that the receptionist wouldn't notice as she led me into the office. Once again, I felt very feminine in the overtly masculine room. The receptionist left me at the door and closed it behind her."Lock that door." I heard from across the room. I quickly obeyed."Now strip, let's see what you wore for me today." I started to slowly remove my clothes, taking my time, doing my best to be sexy for him. I turned around and. There was no one around who knew the truth, except for you, Luke, but you were gone and didn’t give a damn about anything anymore. Everything seemed to fall into place after that.’ ‘Until I came back,’ Luke pointed out bitterly. ‘I’m sorry. I love my husband. I love him enough to kill you to keep him from ever finding out the truth. It’s not even about the money anymore. Can you understand that?’ She swallowed hard and raised the gun a little higher. ‘I followed you yesterday as a test. If I. The final bag contained a tiny black posing pouch, set of hand cuffs, masked hood and a ball gag with the instructions stating to be wearing the pouch and bringing the rest in the bag.I stared at the objects on the table, my mind searching for a way out of this nightmare, but I could not come up with one. I realised once more that the only option was to obey Sarah,s demands.The following day was Wednesday and early evening I began what I was putting off all day and stood naked in the shower,.