I decide to stay!

"Okay everyone, now she's a little skittish, so everyone be nice okay? Jennifer? It's okay. You can come out, now." Jane beckoned me forward. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeve crop-top with a cute denim mini-skirt and my trade-mark pink heels.

Unfortunately, since it was the end of the trip, I was down to my last two pieces of special (slutty!!) underwear I was hoping to wear just for Robert. But with no other options I went ahead and put them on, then got dressed. And now there I was, about to be re-introduced to Robert's family.

I walked into the dining room. The whole family was there! There must have been 25 or more, including the daughters, their husbands, children and a few random friends (mostly wanna-be husbands and wanna-be wives, like me).

All of the daughters came forward and enveloped me in hugs. "We're so glad you stayed," they all said. "We're sorry we did what we did."

"Not really," Catherine whispered into my ear, grinning wickedly.

"Can't wait until next time," said Elizabeth, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"Ahem!" Robert said, quieting the room. "Jennifer..." he got up from the table and walked over. "You are so beautiful," he said, giving me a kiss on the lips.

And then he kneeled down.

HE'S KNEELING??? OH GOD! OH GOD!!!!

Suddenly there was a **pop**! It was Dave with a champaign bottle!

"Too soon, Dave!" Robert hissed.

I covered my mouth with my hands. Already I could feel my eyes welling up.

"Jennifer," Robert said. "After my wife died, I could never imagine entering a life-long relationship with another woman, but now I can't imagine spending another moment away from you. You are patient, and beautiful, and smart, and so exceptionally tolerant of my crazy family and especially my crazy daughters," he took a second to glare at them. "Jennifer Coxhouse, will you marry me?"

"Oh Robert!" I said, squealing like a little girl. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

There was another **pop**! Dave had opened a second bottle! Everyone cheered!

But then I looked over at Amber, the one who (I would later realize) was the most attached to her father, and I realized something. Something important. Something critical which was needed to cement my place in Robert's family.

"BUT ONLY IF...!!" I shouted above the din.

Suddenly, the room feel silent, listening. She has conditions? they wondered. I gently stroked Robert's face, enjoying his manly beard stubble.

"But only if," I continued, "I get the consent of all your daughters."

Both Robert and I looked over towards the daughters: Jane, Catherine, Elizabeth, Amber and Kaitlin. The girls were shocked, but uniformly delighted and gratified to know that I cared about them so much, and that their teasing and pranking (and spanking!) all weekend long had not ruined our relationship.

My gambit had succeeded! Now there would be no hard feelings between us!

"I give my consent!" Kaitlin was the first to speak up, eliciting cheers. "BUT ONLY IF...!" she said, with a pregnant pause.

The room dropped silent.

WAIT, she has conditions?? I thought to myself, suddenly worried. THE DAUGHTERS HAVE CONDITIONS? WAIT!! THEY'RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE CONDITIONS! I'M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO HAVE CONDITIONS!!

"But only if you remove your cute crop-top, where did you get it, by the way? And leave it off for the rest of the night!"

"Ooooooooooo!!!" Everyone was suddenly enjoying this new development!

No, no, no, no, no!!! I new perfectly well what I was wearing. It was my special slutty underwear! The underwear which was supposed to be for Robert's eyes only!

I felt a pit in my stomach open up. I couldn't possibly remove my top, could I???

"Do I have to?" I asked, sounding like a little child. I turned to Robert hoping he would intercede.

"You did ask for her consent," he reasoned.

With a sinking feeling, I realized where this was headed, and that there was no way out. Damn it! Why did I ask for their consent? Darn it!!

I fidgeted and rocked back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. I really, really didn't want to remove my top!!

"Do I have to?" I asked Kaitlin.

"Well, I could remove it for you," she grinned, wickedly. "But it needs to come off if you want my consent to marry my father," Kaitlin said, carefully making the point. "But it's your choice."

I stared at the ceiling, then the ground, then to the opposite wall, then back at the ceiling... anyplace but the faces of the expectant family.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Okay," I said finally, so nervous my stomach was twisting up and I was breathing in short, panting, gasps. I carefully grabbed he bottom of the stretchy crop top, and pulled it over my head, to reveal a tight, pink bandeau bra, heavily stuffed with my enormous tits almost to breaking point, with light-pink, glittery lettering that said...

BIMBO BOOBS

And underneath, in small letters: "Grope Them".

The way it was arranged, the two OOs of BOOBS were centered right over my nipples, which were nice and hard and fully at attention. Does embarrassment cause my nipples to harden? Was that possible?

I could have died!!!

I blushed about 90 shades of red, as I heard everyone in the room read the words and snort and giggle.

"That's SO PERFECT," snorted Catherine, breaking into laughter.

"What's are Bimbo-Boobs, Mommy?" The 7-year-old Mindy tried to ask before being shushed.

I looked over at Robert, who just stared straight at my rack, reading it, with a shit-eating grin on his face. I looked down and noticed he had the most amazing hard-on tenting his pants! Fortunately for him, it hidden by the table.

It was time for the next daughter.

"I give my consent," says Amber, to general cheering, "BUT ONLY IF!!"

Oh FUCK.

Everyone waited. What would Amber ask for?

I had a pretty good guess.

"But only if you remove your skirt, and agree to keep it off all night long!"

SHIT.

I just then remembered what was written on my panties. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I thought to myself, biting my lip and closing my eyes in embarrassment, feeling faint and a little unsteady, so embarrassed I was!!

As I tried to gather my wits, I could hear them chanting, first just whispers, then slowing growing in volume:

"Skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, Skirt, Skirt, SKIRT, SKIRT, SKIRT, SKIRT!!"

There would be no getting out of this, I realized. Not when the mob had their heart set on it. So, before I lost my nerve, my heart racing a mile a minute, I quickly unzipped my skirt and pulled it down, to display my slutty panties for all to see.

Everyone laughed and applauded!

My panties had a big red arrow pointing to my crotch which said 'BIMBO PUSSY' on it (with "Play with Me!" in small letters just above). Then, of COURSE, they made me slowly turn around to show them all, which revealed that my backside now said "BIMBO BOTTOM" (with "Spank Me Please!" underneath).

WHY DID I EVER BUY THIS SET OF BIMBO UNDERWEAR??? I chastised myself, feeling flushed, hot and sweaty with shame. Of course I had bought them strictly to please Robert, IN SECRET, as his hopeful trophy wife. But I NEVER thought I'd be displaying them publicly!! And certainly not to his family! Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!!

"I consent!" Amber said. "But remember, you have to leave the skirt off THE REST OF THE EVENING!"

Standing there in my slutty bra and panties, I could do nothing but nod my agreement.

On to the next daughter!