He opened it and found a pair of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist sandal-toe pantyhose. The feet part of the hosiery was soaked. There was a note:'That ...as fun; if you're a good boy I might let you do it again, ' it read.Harold bought the silky garment to his face and inhaled the woman's perfume and the scent of her cunt and feet. He stuffed them back into the envelope and put the envelope in his briefcase.He would be a good boy!Jennifer lit a cigarette as she climbed into her car; she was. I inserted the key into Johnny Wellington's mouth and smiled happily athim as I said:"Hey, Big Daddy! Glad to see ya!"The wall slowly slid open and the four of us entered the corridor behindit, which led directly to a room with a broken tram on a track leadingthrough a tunnel to the other side."Oh, I don't believe this!" Helen cried in frustration."How are we to get across?" Glammazon asked, and the Crimson Archerreplied:"I can use a rope arrow to get us across!" Better not!" her mother. ”Reaching under her, he started to caress her pussy. She tried to move, tried to get away, but was forced to just take it. “Stop, you’ve got your cock where you wanted it, use my ass and cum, you asshole.”“No, I want to know why this works for you.”She groaned. He could see her hands twisting in the ropes, hear her panting as he fingered her pussy. “My hands are bound, my body is bound, I am tied to your bed. I can’t see, I can’t feel anything except your cock in my ass and your finger in my. She led me to the bedroom where she got onto the bed and lay on her back, her legs together. As I stood beside the bed she slowly removed her pyjama bottoms and cast them aside, spreading her legs. I didn’t need instructions. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her feet. Libby Manning could be a total romantic, an utter alpha female or, as in this instance, a woman who simply needed an orgasm. The role afforded me was as provider of that orgasm, a sort of human sex toy. Nobody was ever.