I was just there for numbers. My boss was doing all the talking and I was having a very difficult time not to look at Helen's nylon clad legs. As I'd ...hosen to wear tights myself today this was proving impossible. Nothing could keep my mind on the meeting and away from tights, stockings, heels and Helen! She caught me looking once or twice and I forced myself to focus on the meeting and take a few notes. When she dropped her pen, which landed at her feet, I had the perfect excuse to glance. " She was smiling brightly, the smile that only money can buy. She started unbuttoning her blouse, while I went to work on stripping off my clothes. She took it slow, teasing, like the dancer/stripper she was, even though she didn't need to at this point. I didn't mind, I like a show as much as the next guy. Her body was tight, the way a dancer's should be. No surprises there, of course, I'd seen it all at the strip joint and she hadn't had all that much of it covered up tonight. Those. We had both arranged it so that we could arrive home a little earlier than normal. The sun had begun staying in the sky a little longer each day. I figured if we hurried, we might be able to walk for a couple of hours.Anna said, "Yes," so we proceeded to get ready for our short trip. I helped Anna with her shoes and explained what she had to do. After that, we headed out across the pond.The snow on the pond was at least three feet thick in some places. Of course, Anna rode across the surface of. He knows she is trying to hide her enjoyment from him and her husband. He pulls on the make shift leash and tug her over to him. She trips and falls to the floor. He tugs again as she crawls on her knees to him; her eyes still looking right at him. She reaches the sofa and sits up; he shortens the leash and pulls her even closer, his tug drawing whimpers from her. Her head lands on his crotch as her hands hit the floor to prop herself up. “Take it out “He demands. Her eyes look down as she.