His cock stiffened at the site of the bench and cross he'd assembled this morning in his living room, she'd be spending a lot of the weekend bound to ...hem, hopefully in tears or cumming for the millionth time. He asked her every Sunday when he unlocked the cuffs and collar if she wanted to do it again and she never said no. This weekend he would make it permanent. She already had a room here in his home, it would be a simple manner of moving her things here and she'd be his slave and lover full. Is this a cave? But how? Why?.... What?"Hello?" you shout again with panic in your voice. This is starting to creep you out! You entered the elevator, you pushed the button for your floor and then the lights went out.Are you sleeping? You pinch yourself and scream in agony. But maybe you just dream that you pinched yourself. Oh Fuck, you should have read more Narina and shit!"Hello? Please help me! Hello? Help! Help! Help!" You scream your lungs out but there is no reaction. After while you. When I don my feminine attire I have a fondness for synthetics, those modern wonders of the laboratories of some multinational chemical giant. Who else but those hi-tech wizards could turn a barrel of crude oil into nylons and rayons, silky smooth and feminine, modern and odorless? Be it the slight pressure of support hose on my legs or the caress of a long slip on my thighs, I am in love with those smooth molded and seamless undergarments.But sometimes there arises a problem. Those silky. ” did a dance spin on her toes. “I just feel good, and this makes me look good. Any of you know that I danced as a teenager?” Her skirt had flared to her waist, revealing black gartered hose and the bottom of her corset. Shelley’s eyes went wide, and I knew she was wondering if she too could show off like that.Vivian sat down, and most elegantly crossed her legs. Her trim suit revealed a length of toned thigh, but no details of her hose. There was a trusted tension in the air, which no one.