Do me a favor while I make the coffee: go put your glasses on." Oh, Martha, I hate those damn--" Hon, go put your glasses on."I did, reluctantly. In t...e kitchen she looked me over and decided that it wasn't the fault of the eyeglasses themselves. I protested, refusing to wear them any longer. She made me promise that I'd go with her to a shop where I could replace the cheap plastic frames with something more attractive. She urged me, "Don't passively accept the bad taste others force onto you,. I had to stop this somehow."Just do it Jim, Ok. Honestly!" She was getting exasperated with me.I pointed my toes, slipped them into the toe of the pantyhose thenlooked at her."Now, pull them about halfway up your leg, playing them out of your handand keeping them taunt so they stretch over your leg. Good! Now do thesame with the other leg. Then stand and pull them the rest or the wayup."I had only started to gather the second leg when she stopped me."Wait a minute. That won't work. Stand up.". "No, you're not putting that in me!" and she started to fight against her bonds. "Stop!" Toby shouted. Rachel looked at him, but she was still wriggling. So Toby gripped her nipples and pulled until she stopped. "Now listen here! You are my slave. You must do everything I say without question. You accept anything I tell you to do. And now I know it must have been hard for you to adjust to this. And actually I think you have been very well behaved so far considering. So I have decided to reward. He looks up at me and smiles.My hand grabs his tie and I pull him to me. Tasting myself on his lips, my hands push his suit off. He grabs me and now I am on top of him, his feet on the floor and my legs straddling his lap. I take his tie off, and my finger begins working at his shirt buttons. As I unfasten each one, I kiss his bare chest, exposing more and more of him. Looking him in his eyes I gently kiss his nipple, I let my tongue circle around it, and I see he is not used to this, but his.