Most Saturday afternoons I would venture to my nearest town, Glasgow, to buy my ladies tights for my weekend pleasure. By the early 1970’s I had a g...rlfriend who wore tights and on my request stockings and a Suspender belt. She worked till about 4pm most Saturdays and I used to travel in to meet her. This particular Saturday I went into town early to buy some Color Climax porno Mags from “Campbell’s Health shop” on Stockwell Street. This was before sex shops and you were met by a couple of old. . I know you are getting these messages.. I love the teasing.. I know you are getting excited.. you glance back at my truck every time you get within sight.The yard seems to be slowing down, and a 53' van pulls in to be unloaded.. I see the driver grab a bag and shout over to you.. he says he will be back in a few hours.. I think I found my opportunity. I slip out of my truck and slip on my high vis vest. I stroll along side the truck.. anyone who sees me will think I am here with the driver.. I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings and looked around trying to understand where I was.“Oh, right… a hotel room,” I thought.Once again, I was away from home on a business trip: a few days of meetings on either side of a weekend. Thankfully, it was Saturday morning and there was no hurry to get up, so I just stayed there, planning the day ahead.Sun rays were hitting the middle and the lower end of my body and I could feel the warmth through the sheet covering me; it must have made my blood flow. I left the wax cooling on her erect nipples. I let the candle drip a little wax on the inside of her thigh as I pressed the button and pushed the lid to the cooler off to the side. I looked up at her, knowing my face looked puzzled. What exactly was it. ‘Take the bag out Der.’ Lexy said as she pulled my hand and tilted the candle so the wax dripped in the crease between her leg and hip. ‘Ohhh.’ She murmured as her back arched again. I reached into the ice in the cooler and pulled out the.