"Whatever see feels like," you assure him, "just go with the flow, Marlies will be in charge anyway!

"Whatever see feels like," you assure him, "I just go with the flow, Marlies will be in charge anyway, so don't worry about it!" We continue to chat for some time until his phone beeped. He opens up the message and reads, "I'm waiting!"

You arrive at their front door a few minutes later; he rings the bell and there is a brief pause until you hear the click-clack of high heels. After a few seconds the door opens partially and Marlies peeps around the open gap. "Hi guys" she says letting you in, "How do I look?"

Her husband and you are lost for words, she stands before you dressed in a tight white, almost see through blouse, tucked into a micro black leather mini skirt. The skirt finishes a few inches above the tops of a pair of black leather thigh boots on four inch spiked heels. You hope she is wearing black lace topped hold ups as you don’t like tights.

Her make up is applied a little heavy, her lips are dark red and glossy! "You look absolutely stunning!" you tell her. "And you smell exquisite!" ads her husband, as the heady scent of her expensive French perfume fills the air. "Thank you." she says, smiling. "You two had better come up then!" She turns to lead you upstairs to their main living area. You follow, side by side, watching her luscious buttocks shimmy beneath the tight leather skirt in front of you.

"I can't believe that that this is really happening!" her husband whispers to you. You go into the lounge and her husband directs you to the large, cream leather sofa. The lights are down low and soft rock is playing in the background. "Wow!" sighs her husband, "I have never seen her dressed like that before!"

"That's her under control look, you're honoured! She only dresses like that when I take control," you explain. "Are you nervous David," you asked quietly. "John, yes! Aren't you? Do you think it will be alright? Are you sure that Marlies isn’t to slutty? I see you like this look."