I managed to get the stocking on my left leg fine but the bastard right one will just not pull up straight without creasing. I have plenty of time but...this is stupid. I want to look my best. I want to feel my best too, and that means sexy underneath my clothes too. But if either of my stockings are creased I will spend the whole evening worried I will be looking like bruised fruit on a supermarket shelf rather than first choice. I blame my ex husband for this, it’s definitely his fault. I. I felt trapped and scared more than I ever have in my life but at the same time I was getting turned on. “Open your mouth” and I obeyed as he slid his penis in my mouth for the first time. With each pump his dick began to swell more and more until it was all I could do not to choke. “Good boy” he said as he grabbed my head with both hands and began to thrust more vigorously. “I bet you can take this right down your throat” and he began to push his penis to the back of my mouth, choking me.. "Don't bother to lick my pussy" she said, "just stick your cock in me and start to fuck me". " You can lick me later".John gently put his big cock in her wide spread pussy and started to fuck it slowly. Clara moaned, "Yes that's it! Good boy, fuck me with that cock." I sat beside them and my cock was rock hard. I gently rubbed it with my hand.After a while Clara said, "Get down and lick my pussy now". John started to lick it with his tongue while she rubbed her clitoris with her hand. "Oh good. I press my lips to his again.Looking back to see Adrian watching, I wink and then lead David out of the bar.Him: Watching from over the bar, I could see Katie's excitement levels rising.Her body language has always been so transparent, not to mention the other telltale signs.As she spoke to him, she was licking her lips more regularly. There was a visible red flush on her deliciously sexy neck, her nipples had become just slightly more visible beneath her dress. As I watched her get more.