Her hair is cut way too short, her hips are as wide as her chair and she’s barely five foot.I told her, “Shelly, why don’t you close your office...and come with us? We would love to have you backstage as we perform, so we can visit between sessions. I’ll even invite you onstage to let the audience meet you as we give you one of our signature western shirts like this one.”I pulled my shirt open like I was exposing my breasts and I thought she was about to pee on herself when she crossed her legs. As I said, I was without a functioning hearing aid so I could barely make out what they were saying, but the gist of it seemed to be how odd it was for an old gentleman ( I think one girl called me a 'geek' ) to be staring so fixedly at the crotch of a nude, male model.Their conversations seemed directed at me and I was caught up in the thrill of the moment. I confess I started to fantasize that all these clothed women were my many Mistresses and I had to obey their every command. I want to be. Theyre actually tights. My mom wears them to exercise in and I just like the way they feel on my legs and feet, and they way the look on me I replied. I was red with embarrassment and shame but I must confess that I was getting a little aroused by the conversation. Well I was wondering if I could see your feet for a minute? They look really cute in those shiny tights, and black is my favorite color. Do you mind? he asked. With that being said, I reached over and pulled another chair over beside. When he felt my silken fingers slip down into his under shorts and swirl all over his half-aroused penis, he immediately got the message. Backing up, I enticed him along by ever so lightly kneading his penis. When my calves bumped into something behind me, my knees buckled and I fell right back into bed. Doug was laying beside me in an instant, polishing my breasts and coolly tickling my nipples blush pink with my glove. I saw his wide-open mouth lunge toward my left nipple and felt his.