Hi, my name is Rae and I do not surf the web at all. But the other daymy Hubby flashed me your site and some photos on it. He found some photosthat looked a lot like me, naked, and sleeping. After a download and a closerlook, sure enough they were of me. Seems as tho a date took some shotssome time ago of me a sleep, naked. So since he (the date) didn't get it,and never did, my hubby and I put some shots together for (the date) toshow him what he missed. This is for everyone's enjoyment also. Taken inMexico on a vacation. Love, (the date) and Kate these shots are for you also. More will followif the reaction is good. I can't believe I am doing this. Love, Regards, Rae
After arriving home from the airport, we talked in her room as she unpacked. I looked on as she liquidated her clothes from the suitcase, but paid greatest attention to her underwear. At this point, her boundaries were just waiting to be explored… When she finished, I rifled thru the neatly stacked pile of delicates and separated my faves. Casting the others aside, I mandated she wear only "these" under her uniform. More so shocked than insulted, she asked where her uniform was, and may she see it… (Wearing a uniform was not news to her. It had been explained early on that it was a definite requirement). She was told it would be a formal, ankle-length, maid's sundress. Very decent, prim, and pressed. When she pulled it from the closet, the look on her face was just as I hoped; utter frustration. Holding it up to her figure, she realized how unflattering the garment was. If you don't like that one, I said, I do have others you can choose from… As she contemplated her response, I could almost hear the wheels turning. Ultimately, she asked, "May I attempt them on, Sir." BINGO! That was all I needed to hear!