I felt hands over my body, as I stood, hands stroking my arms, my ankles, legs, thighs… I was quivering with such gentle strokes. Transfixed to the ...pot, hands by sides, I enjoyed them exploring me. Not a murmur came from them, just soft strokes across me, never knowing where the next hand would touch was so exciting. From the front I felt fingers un-buttoning my blouse all the way down, whilst hands explored up my outer thighs seeking my knicker line, up deep inside my skirt. The front hands. I felt silly standing in my living room naked but would do whatever Sir asked of me. “Look at you, pet. You are gorgeous. Your breasts are creamy white and plump. Your curves perfect for a man to know he is holding onto a woman. Turn around, darling girl. Yes, look your wavy brown hair lies across your back all the way down to your spankable ass. I would love to get my hands on you.” Blushing, I said, “Thank you, Sir, but I think you are blind.” “Pet are you contradicting me?” he questioned.. "Okay, that would be fine." How hot do you like 'em?" I ... uh ... I have to admit I can't handle spicy food too well." Okay," she replied, turning to the waitress. "Just bring us an order of mild. How many are in that?" There's ten wings to an order." That'll be fine, thanks."The waitress disappeared and Stacey took another good-sized slug of her beer as I sipped at my wine. We talked freely, she telling me about the various clerical jobs she'd had over the years and asking me questions about. ..Present – Bill, Samantha and Inga – Stacy’s placeBill walks up and teases, “I should have known I would find you two chow hounds here.”Vic laughs and responds, “Like hell, we know you actually came here for a plate of your own. Let me go get Inga for you.”Vic leaves to get Inga and Bill asks, “Where’s Inga???”I reply, “The old guy who almost broke Stacy’s nose came in the restaurant, they talked and Inga ran crying to the kitchen.”Bill swears, “Damn, how did he get in here! I need to have a.