” No other information was forthcoming, but it was enough for me. I was getting to see them tonight! Mistress Denise ended the phone call a...ruptly by hanging up on me. Fine. As if that hurt me. Time was awastin’: this girl had places to go, her people to see, as long as I passed inspection. Hanging up the phone in its cradle I raced upstairs to fulfill my duties. My room seemed clean enough. I was setting out my clothes when I heard Mistress Denise’s voice. I heard from someone that nylon stockings were making a comeback, but not for everyday use. I have never felt good nylon stockings, ever." "Well," I said, "enjoy. I love it when a guy appreciates my legs and the trouble I go through to dress up." Masu then proceeded to follow the outline of the rear of my garter belt with his thumbs, pressing straight down into my flesh and onto pressure points along muscles and bones. He pressed at the edges of the garter belt top and through my sheer. I was not wearing bra that evening. I prayed that he would not be shocked and withdraw his body and chide me. He did not.This was making me go mad; to enjoy the moment I simply placed my other hand on his back caressing his back. he was wearing a Bermudas and a t shirt of fine material. I also caressed his half naked legs which were smooth and soft, he had a little hair too, but this didn’t take away his smoothness. He liked my caressing kissed me on my cheek in return I also planted a kiss on. Gagged and handcuffed, I was in no position to refuse. I stood in front of the five people, with my head down, as Ravi raised my top over my head and shoulders, until it rested on my cuffed hands, and dropped my skirt to my ankles. Ravi then started to rub still-tender ass, my obviously wet pussy and me all over – my heavy breasts and erect nipples, my thighs. I could hardly stand this exquisite torture. I was moaning loudly through the gag and swaying on my weakening legs. Ravi talked the.