In America they call them pantyhose! I like the sound of that. Panty. Hose. Pantyhose! As soon as I saw you I wanted to be your special sissy, wissy,�...� he said, as he dreamily looked up. Ethan paused and put a finger on his lip. ‘Now I need to inspect your leotard…’ Ethan grinned hungrily and crawled onto the bed, his tutu exposing the tight sheen of his leotard arse. ‘Why is your leotard hard?’ said Ethan, as he curiously traced his fingers over Boston’s glistening encased crotch. ‘Because I. Taking my time, I tried to express my thanks by giving her a wonderful orgasm, and after a while her moans, convulsions and finally hyperventilation told me I'd succeeded. Ayumi sat up, her legs bent under her like a mermaid, and she kissed me, wiping a few strands of semen from my face, and told me to fetch the glass bowl. Taking great care not to spill any, I carried the now warm bowl in and set it down in front of her, then picked up the camera again and focused it on the bowl. It was full. “Would you help me cuckold Neil?” she asked him quietly. Karl laughed. “I have already cuckolded him,” he told her. “He’s already a cuckold and always will be.” Claire ignored his laugh. “You know what I mean,” she told him. “I want to be able to cuckold him the way that other wife you are seeing, cuckolds her husband. I want to be able to lay with you the way I am laying now, with complete freedom and with Neil’s consent.” “I don’t know Neil,” he told her. “I don’t know what his thinking is. David at this time was talking to Elizabeth and her friend Carol. Margaret interrupted them and talked with David briefly and then she came over to me and asked me to "Come stay with David and keep Carol and Elizabeth from dragging him away". So I gathered up my things and went with her and got into the conversation. I remember thinking that I was sitting at a power table. Liz was a VP of Investor Marketing, and Carol was a high-powered lawyer. But David ran the slaughterhouse we were in.I was.