modeling lingerie

Mr. Peterson got up from the sofa, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "For our first lesson, Susan, we need to talk about lingerie. It's a powerful tool in intimacy, and it's vital that you know how to use it to please Gary."

A blushing Susan nodded and went to her closet. She pulled out a stack of lingerie, most of it made of cotton and very conservative. Mr. Peterson frowned.

"This won't do," he said, with a tone of disappointment. "Gary expects something more... exciting. Something that shows off your beauty, not hides it."

Susan felt embarrassed. "It's just... I'm very conservative, sir."

"Don't worry," Gary's grandfather interjected. "Susan has more. She had some lingerie from when she was younger."

Susan rummaged through the closet and pulled out a couple of older garments. One of them was a black lace set, with a matching bra and panties that left very little to the imagination. The other was a silk babydoll, so short that her thighs would be exposed.

Mr. Peterson smiled with satisfaction. "This is much better! This is what a man wants to see. Provocative lingerie is the key to keeping passion alive in a marriage."

Susan felt uncomfortable. "But... isn't it too revealing?"

"It's not," Mr. Peterson said, with a soft, persuasive voice. "Your body is a gift for Gary, and this lingerie is the perfect wrapping. But we can't just talk about it, we need a demonstration."

Susan paled. "A demonstration? But... Gary's grandfather is here."

Mr. Peterson shook his head. "Precisely. For this lesson to work, no one close to Gary, not even he himself, can see you in this lingerie before the wedding. It would be bad luck."

Gary's grandfather stood up, his face reflecting a mixture of disappointment and resentment. "I think I understand," he muttered.

"So, if you'll excuse us, Grandpa," Mr. Peterson said, with a cold look. "I need a little privacy with Susan. For professionalism."

Gary's grandfather felt defeated. He had no other choice. "Of course," he said, his voice choked, and he left, closing the door behind him. Deep down, he wanted to see her too.

Mr. Peterson turned to Susan, and his smile became predatory. "Now that we're alone, dear, let's start with your demonstration."

Susan, feeling increasingly nervous and uncomfortable, took the black lace set. She awkwardly put it on under Mr. Peterson's intense gaze. She came out of the bathroom, feeling like every inch of her skin was exposed.

"Good, Susan," Mr. Peterson said, in an evaluating tone. "Now, I need you to move a little. Walk towards me slowly."

Susan obeyed, taking a few uncertain steps. She felt ridiculous and ****.

"No, not like that," Mr. Peterson corrected. "You need to project confidence, sensuality. Imagine Gary is looking at you with desire."

He instructed her to turn sideways, slightly arching her back. "Like this... show your curves. Now, turn around slowly, keeping your gaze over my shoulder."

Susan did as he asked, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. Mr. Peterson's gaze was penetrating, examining her from head to toe.

"Now, sit on the edge of the bed," Mr. Peterson continued. "One leg slightly bent, the other extended. Tilt your head to the side a little, as if you were inviting a kiss."

Susan sat as instructed, feeling more and more humiliated. She had never seen herself this way.

Mr. Peterson walked around her, observing her from every angle. "Hmm, interesting... but we can do better."

He asked her to get on her knees, with her hands on the floor, her back slightly arched. "This position... is very suggestive. It shows your submission, your surrender."

Susan obeyed, her face red with shame. She felt like an object under the lecherous gaze of the old man.

"Now," Mr. Peterson said, with a cold smile. "I will decide which of these positions is the most erotic, the one that will ignite Gary's passion on your wedding night. You must memorize it, practice it. It will be your gift to him."

Mr. Peterson leaned in, with an expression of intense concentration. "The bra is fine, but for Gary, the surprise will be even greater if the lingerie reveals a little more of your natural beauty. How about you take off the bra and cover your breasts with your arm? It's a pose of modesty that is incredibly seductive."

Susan hesitated for a moment, but the pressure of the situation and the idea of making Gary happy **** her to obey. She unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor, covering her pale breasts with one arm, just as he had told her.

"Yes, that's perfect," Mr. Peterson whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dark light. "Now, let's practice the position in which you'll receive Gary in bed."

Susan felt a shiver. The old man guided her to the bed and instructed her to lie on her back. "Now, open your legs," he ordered her. "It's a fundamental posture in intimacy, and it's important that you feel comfortable in it."

Susan obeyed, feeling her thighs tense. She felt completely exposed, but Mr. Peterson continued his monologue. "This is the missionary position. It's the most common, the most intimate. It shows you as a gift, open and willing to receive your husband's love."

Mr. Peterson leaned in closer over her, examining her with a penetrating gaze. "Perfect. Gary will be very pleased."

Mr. Peterson got up and took a phone out of his pocket. "This is very important, Susan. I need to document your progress. With your permission, I'll take some photos for my professional record."

Susan, feeling too ashamed to refuse, could only nod. The old man took several photos of her on the bed, in the missionary position, with her arm covering her chest. She felt like an object, but the idea of pleasing Gary was stronger than her shame.

"Perfect," Mr. Peterson said, putting away the phone. "You're a virgin, that's very clear, but you have the potential to be a great lover. You just need to be polished a little more, and you'll be ready for your wedding night."

Susan sat up, hugging herself. The old man continued his monologue.

"I'll be back tomorrow, but I won't be alone. I'll bring some friends, experts in marital intimacy, just like me. I'll show them your photos so they can give their professional opinion."

Susan paled. "My photos? But... won't they recognize my identity?"

Mr. Peterson smiled maliciously. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to blur your face in the photos. No one will know who you are, not even my friends. Tomorrow, before they arrive, I'll devise a plan so they think they're helping you, but without knowing who. That way there will be no shame for you."

Despite her doubts, Susan accepted it. Deep down, a part of her knew this was not right, but the idea of being a perfect wife for Gary made her give in to the man.