Pinning her arms down, the men held her still. Her hips on the rail while her legs dangled off the edge of the table. The wrap-around skirt had fallen...open, exposing her lower body to everyone to see. She felt the big man’s hand reach for her, felt him grab the crotch of the pantyhose, and rip them open. Then his thick fingers grabbed the silken, nylon panties.“Sexy,” he said as he grabbed the material. The smile on his face looked evil. His teeth were big and yellow stained from coffee and. Sandy was well built (firm and musclular) yet she was all woman. We started by warming up with a few lobs. She was good and soon we had a good game going. It had been some time since a woman had played me this tough. Lately most of my opponents were men and I beat them easily.I was amazed with the graced of her movements on the court. She looked like a gazelle as she ran from one end to the other. The game was tied when our buzzer went off. We had to have time to shower and dress and return to. Eighty-five. Our relationship didn't even make it to thirty-five.Adelle's husband was a good man. Hard working, devoted. He was Adelle's biggest fan and dull as stale toast. He was so afraid of losing his greatest possession that he exerted strange little ways of controlling her. But I allowed everything. He saw me as a bad influence. I found it funny and Adelle and I laughed and laughed.We laughed as our men played pool and we escaped to the ladies' room to kiss. But only to kiss, and to brush. Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of the damp city street was welcome, and I used to spend hours standing at the window eyeing women passing along the street below, my eyes taking in every sway of their hips as they crisscrossed the street.It had been a warm summer and lots of girls were wearing short skirts or dresses. I loved watching their slim legs as they sauntered along the pavement. I spent hours guessing which were wearing stockings beneath those swaying hem-lines,.