She’s a fetishist!”“Maybe, but I don’t mind it. Everybody is free to do as they like. Besides, I know that the boys like the shiny hose. I alw...ys catch them looking at my legs when I’m wearing.” Lena was resolute.“Now when I think of it, she always checks our legs the most when we dance. Maybe she’s into women!”“I don’t know, but she sure has killer good looks for her late thirties.”Meanwhile, as the ph leg on her face was oversized, and without the restrictive stocking layer, Janet started to. My mind drifts back to the train station where I started my journey. To the fantasy that flooded my mind at that time.The next thing I knew I was in the cubicle I chose once more.But there were important differences. For one the toilet was gone. It was just a small cubicle with a tiled floor now. Fluorescent lights lit the space moderately well.I was stood dressed in my uniform, my cock hard against it's latex prison. I wore a latex catsuit, gloves, toe socks and a mask showing only my eyes and. ....firmly grabbing me and rubbing.My hand on your crotch rubbing your pussy through your tights and tracing the line of your pussy through them. I push them into you. Making them wet. Your dress up around your waist as I finger them into you and you pull on my hard cock..........god it feels so good.I look over my shoulder to see the guy behind us watching intently as we play with each other. God I am so hard for you and your tights are becoming increasingly wet.We pull up to some traffic. Tom was a black belt in judo and they knew with his weight advantage and his skill, their porn star would not be able to escape easily. Then Fred spoke, "So, Becky, we thought we would have a little party and you're the entertainment"Becky froze as she recognized that voice. Turning her head at them, she confirmed her feeling that Fred, the person she turned down for the school dance was over her. Glancing around, she recognized the other two boys, including the one who knocked her down were.