We also have two c***dren running around the house being k**s. Now my bulge always shows in these pants, thats why they are my favorite. I go in t...he fridge to get a beer and take my favorite chair as I always do. Come to find out she is only 18 years old and she's getting her hair done for the first day of school. I think she has seen the bulge but not sure. I get up and fix some snacks for the c***dren and while walking back im sure she has seen it as her eyes were fixed on my bulge. So im. Smiling to myself at last as I thought of my pictures locked in my cupboard and I suddenly snapped out of the doldrums and jauntily walked the rest of the way wondering what other titbits might come my way for just satisfying this mans sexual lust for my body. To say the next week was strained would be putting it mildly, there was no sex of any kind and I assumed that my employer was feeling somewhat ashamed for what had happened so I just went about my chores in a happy mood to show him that. "You must wear a dress or skirt at all times, high heels and make up.We'd like you to wear nylons and a garter belt rather than pantyhose.Your dresses must be clean and pressed and your hair must be done aswell as your nails." That's not a problem," I said."Really?" Ken said, almost as if he didn't believe me. "YOU own thatmany dresses?" Yes I do," I said."That's amazing," he said."Why is it amazing to you?" I asked."Most women don't own that many dresses anymore, and they wear pantsmost. Kerrrr-accckkkk! went the thunder. A blinding flash of lightning shredded the sky. I nearly jumped from my seat. Then all at once the entire sky came gushing down on us. It was like the bottom had fallen out of some heavenly lake. My sister squealed and pulled her soaked feet into the car. Hastily, we rolled up our windows. I flicked on the wipers, but they were no match for the deluge. All I could do was turn on the blinkers, pull to the side of the road, and hope for the best.After a minute,.