Matrimony of Mrs Susan Stepford Townsend

You arrive at the Episcopal church and the red door. You sit on the brides side as Miss Swanson had invited you to her wedding. The powerful widow Townsend stood eagerly. You sat watching the guests. The women were dressed formally. Susan looked beautiful in her large hoopskirt wedding dress. The dietitian and exercise regiment had shown. She looked like she dropped fifty pounds. Her bridesmaids looked jealously at her. Most were her same body shape probably sisters and cousins, but she had received the inspection. One woman in the front on the grooms side wore black jumpsuit with pinstripes. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun.

Many were amazed at her high rating only a little while ago she was a porn store clerk. Now she's marrying the richest and most powerful widow. The ceremony was wonderful. The bride and groom receded, and you made your way to the lady in black. "Don't approve of the wedding," you ask?

"How can he marry that cheap trash? Just because she got a high score, suddenly she is worthy to be in our bloodline," she spat.

"Quality does not come from the breeding , but the quality," you reply with a counter jab.

"Who do you think you are," snapped the woman.

"Female body inspector, and you are being inspected. Please follow me," you state as you click your pen.

"This is my brothers wedding," she snaps.

"Surprise," you smile menacingly. a wave of fear washes over her. As you lead her to the confessional, and walk in. She strips unzipping the back of her jumpsuit. She removes the suit and it tumbles to her ankles. She is wearing a black lace corset with black lacey panties. Her matching garters and stockings with a simple red rose on her posterior made of lace. She broke down and began to cry.

"Please, Please I'll do anything," she cried.

"Good let start with your inappropriate attire for your brother wedding," you snap. "Where is your obedience trainer license," asked John?

"I don't have one," she replied.

"mmmhmm," you respond scribbling on the form.