This would be a great solution. ‘Do you think she would do it? It would make Bobby feel better to have somebody he knows living with us and taking c...re of him.’ I called Kathy’s sister, Marguerite, and talked with her. She lived in Chattanooga with her husband of two years. She thought it would great for Linda to have something to do. We agreed to help her store her furniture and rent out the house if she wanted to. ‘Linda, this is Jack.’ My mother had drilled me on phone manners. Even though I. “Anjali, please understand that when I suggested their services, I fully intended you to treat them as you would treat servants in your native land,” I explained.In fact the suggestion to have them clean the landlord’s personal home - just down the road from the motel - was the result of a discussion with Rahjeesh. I’d picked up on his unspoken lamentation that his wife was not happy and when she wasn’t happy, by default, Rahjeesh was not allowed to be happy. I usually attempt to avoid shady. A mere ten feet in front of her was her husband squatting over his bosses 18 year old daughter, his hands pulling her head back by the hair, as she rested on her hands and knees on the lounge chair with his dick firmly planted in the young girls ass. He got two more strokes in as the glass fell, he was just starting to let loose with a torrent of cum as the glass shattered on the patio floor. In his shock he jumped up and spun around with his pecker shooting cum in a wide circle to stand facing. .. are you wearing pantyhose... or stockings?" she breathed.I felt a dizzy feeling sweeping over me, and I glanced down at my black nylons and high stilleto pumps. "Pantyhose," I whispered, scarcely able to believe what was happening.Lexi gazed up at me with wide eyes. "Can we see them?" she asked."See wh-what?" I replied, feeling giddy. Karen's feet were now sliding over Lexi's, nylon brushing over soft nylon. I could see the dark place between Lexi's legs. With a distant fascination, I.