"Take off the gag," Rick said, turning to Doug. Now the brunette could talk after spitting out several threads of cotton that had worked their way int... her mouth."Lydia, did they... ?" Tina asked, not finishing her question when she looked down at her friend's snatch and saw the telltale scratch marks along her inner thighs and on her shoulders. "Oh God, what've they done to us?" the small girl asked."Just wait," Rick said, bending down and untying the remainder of the brunette's bonds. Tina. She would sometimes wear skirts and tights although the skirts were sometimes kneed length or longer and other times she'd wear trousers but i'd always notice even with trousers i would look down at her feet and see she was wearing tights with flat shoes. Being a leg and foot man and a lover of women who wore tights and stockings and as i also wore them myself this was a treat for me! I noticed she would usually wear different shades of navy tights sometimes dark opaque ones other times light. . her whole body heaving and giving the impressions that she is struggling to breath... that she is drowning on her own tears and snot and all the while... still suited and booted... standing over her... my right arm crossing my chest with a cigarette in my left hand i look down on her wretched... utterly deflated self and i ponder which direction to head in next...and eventually... cigarette smoked... her a little quieter now... i bend from my hips... come in very close to her ear and in a. Something about his wife, She was dark fat lady with clean features and a smilling chubby face, they had 1 daughter and one son. This time when I went there i thought let me pay a courtesy visit. I called him on the mobile and we met for coffee outside. This man was thin and fair. I told him i need to book a room first and then i would come to their home. He flatly refused and took me to their house to stay. The house was a typical south Indian independent house with a small portico a kitchen.