I knew then there was no way I couldgo through the rest of my life without having more andyet more black guys.My girlfriends persuaded me to go throug... with thewedding. After all, they said, just because I wasmarried to a white guy there was no reason I should befaithful to him. None of them had been faithful. I thenfound out that apart from the one who was married to ablack guy anyway, not one of the others was loyal totheir white husbands. All of them had had black loverson the side. Some of. It would not be the first time she would have fun with controlling a man that had a fetish for her stockings, or heels for that matter. The two always seemed to go together. She never met a guy with a strong stocking fetish that also did not have a high heel fetish.Joan knew how to work them both, but this would be different. This was not just any other man she had met through her social life, or work, but a family member. This was Joan's young nephew David.Joan's sister Jackie and her nephew. But I'm a little surprised he doesn't hold it against me that I blew him away. I guess he's getting plenty as it is, though." Umm..." Toni temporized. "Are you telling me that Sheldon was the guy you liked but got rid of because he was screwing someone else?" Yeah." Sylvia munched on her sandwich for a moment. "Since we talked that day, I've thought about what you and Ned said." Uh huh?" Through a mouthful, Toni tried to make that sound encouraging."When it happened, he said we hadn't discussed. I stood in front of it, reached out and dumped it over. There was morelingerie than I could've ever dreamed of. Bustiers, corsets, bras, panties,garter belts, teddys, stockings, satin robes. Every color and styleimaginable. There were outfits that only a roadside whore would feelcomfortable and others that came right out of the Macy's business woman'scollection. I could smell Kerry immediately. I knew her, so I knew nothingwould be dirty, but her lingerie still smelled like her.My cock was rock.