Mother-in-law's test

There is, of course, one last thing before I allow you to marry my daughter.
The thing is, I've never been very convinced of your masculinity. You're a sensitive, shy man... not the sort of self-confident man I think my daughter deserves. But you can prove me wrong.
Her bridal nightwear is on the bed behind you. A white sheer peignoir, see-through white crotchless knickers, lacy white suspender belt and white seamed stockings. All finished off with pale pink rose embroidery.
First, you can put all of those clothes on. Yes. Now. Good boy.
Now get on the bed. On all fours, you silly girl.
My, don't you just look the trollop? Waiting to be fucked.
Marie, help me on with this dildo. Quick - there's not much time before the ceremony!
That's better. Now then, sweetie, I'm going to fuck you. And if you can stop yourself cumming, you can marry Marie.
But if you spurt a naughty, sticky load of spunk onto her lingerie then you fail: and I get to keep you as my girly-boy sex slave.
Shhhhh... it's OK. Marie can watch as I fuck that tight little bottom!