Her best feature, her long toned legs and tightbuttocks, were sheathed in black lycra leggings. Underneath she woreflesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pant...hose with no panties underneath.The pantyhose made it easier to slip in and out of her leggings, kepther legs a little warmer, and served the purpose of underwear. Sheeschewed panties when wearing leggings or tights because they created avisible panty line and spoiled the effect.Beatrice found the door to her bedroom closed. She had left it. ” (I knew it!) “Are you attracted to Rick?” “Yes. He’s an attractive man.” We danced around a dare with goofy questions of truth, until finally it was my turn to ask Tracy, “Truth, or dare?” “Dare,” she replied, almost daring me. “Okay. For sixty seconds play with my and Rick’s cocks at the same time.” She hesitated and gave a little smile. For about ten seconds I didn’t know if she was going to do it or not, but then I felt her left hand reach in between my legs and start stroking me up. He looked for the clock.This was our nightly ritual. Every now and again we'd leave things too late and while usually I'd be able to control him, sometimes I wouldn't. Hence the newly repaired painting. Byron always feels guilty in the morning when he sees what damage he's caused, not the least the time when I came to wake him with eleven stitches in my face. But it's not his fault.I walked with him through the house and down the dark stone stairs, past the cellar and down into the basement.... The first strike of the flogger left her breathless under the impact. He worked her body over with the flogger until tears streamed down her faceand she felt her body tighten in release. He let the strands of theflogger strike against her sensitive breast and she felt them harden inimmediate response. She begged him to let her find release as the blowscontinued to stimulate her every nerve. Then he gave her permission tocome and she felt her body explode into wonderful sensation. She.