I left work and when I got home went upstairs and started looking through wardrobes and drawers, I had really been wearing very ordinary clothes since Peter was born. I found a skirt I had worn at college in my teens and held it up. It surprised me how short it was and realized how quickly I had settled into the respectable young mother role. I put it on and pulled out a suspender belt and stocking Dave had once bought me for Valentines. I took off my brassiere and my still pert,full breasts came under my inspection and they still looked pretty good,even saying so myself. I quickly chose a top, pale pink,with buttons and put it on. Some lipstick,make up, a pair of shoes with heels and I was done.
When I got back to the office Sharp must have heard me come in because he immediately buzzed the intercom. I walked through feeling very self concious.

As I walked in Sharp stood up,his eyes moving over me. He came very close and reaching,took hold of the waist of my skirt and tugged,pulling it upwards so that my knickers were showing.