I want to feel my best too, and that means sexy underneath my clothes too. But if either of my stockings are creased I will spend the whole evening wo...rried I will be looking like bruised fruit on a supermarket shelf rather than first choice. I blame my ex husband for this, it’s definitely his fault. I wouldn’t need to be going out looking ‘my best’ if it weren’t for him showing up.For years we were married; happily I thought. We were the model couple, him good looking, working everyday and me. He had previously wired her the twenty percent of the purchase price which she said she needed at the closing. He also started boxing items which he thought Diane shouldn’t notice were gone and took those boxes for shipping to his new address.The following mid-morning Scott received a phone call from Debra who said the closing went fine. She would leave the keys with Dana and would send him the title along with her bill to his new address. He thanked her for being very efficient and. I couldnt move. My body was so relaxed at that moment it refused to listen to my brain. As I began to get back to the point of having at least some control of my body, he reached in and lifted me out of the tub. I was still blindfolded but I could tell he was smiling that sexy little grin of his in amusement at my inabilty to speak or move simply from his touch. He dried me off some and leaned down into my ear again and said in that same sweet, deep, angelic voice, I have another surprise for. Vicky finished getting it ready while I showered and shaved, then we all ate breakfast with me still nude. After Jon finished reading the papers, he decided that we would go to the gym for a quick workout. Vicky didn't have any gear with her, so Jon leant her mine, and I had to wear my green shorts and my white baggy crop top. The only piece of equipment that I had to worry about was the leg stretcher. As it turned out, Vicky got more attention than I did, the white lycra was stretched a bit.