"They'll fit so snug around yourbottom. I must see them on you."He crushed them in his hands and grinned crookedly at her. Why not humor her ifthat wa... what she wanted? He bent and put his foot through one leg and then theother and inched them up with some difficulty. They bit into his skin and he had tobend his cock down to cover it."Now these." She came close to him and knelt and eased his toes into the blackstockings and rolled them up his legs, over his quivering buttocks, lightly touching. They have to be fairly mature before they start training them, and that takes quite a while, as well as teaching the person they're going to be seeing for." He smiled. "Do you live in this area?" A couple of blocks from here. We have a small apartment on Fellows Street," she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man's warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant uplift. She wondered if he was married."Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322," he said. "What's your address?" 1315.. So I picked a business blouseand some pants. Unfortunately the buttons on the blouse were clearly onthe wrong side to be mistaken for a men's shirt and the fly of my pantswas on the wrong side too. Above that my jeans cut in quite tightly atmy crotch accentuating the fact that could only be used to cover awoman's crotch. Next we dark socks, fortunately these were just plaindark socks and some flat business like shoes. It seemed that I stillhad my job at an accountants firm. After getting. " About what?" Masturbating."I thought: Why the hell doesn't she just leave that alone? I thought her openness about her sexual curiosity could be exciting at times, but here I was trying to get my dick down to an acceptable level. I called back, "Very seldom. I don't particularly care for it. It's too lonely."She muttered from the bathroom as she rummaged, "Well, you're right about that. It can be very lonely sometimes. But sometimes it helps. It helps me. Sometimes."I said, "Talking about it.