I gave my raging hardon a squeeze.When she stood back up and faced me, her eyes dropped to my hand between my legs."Do you mind?" I asked."That's not ...oing too far, I suppose," she answered while dropping her skirt in the basket. Then she slipped her thumbs beneath the cotton of her panties.I took in a slow, deep breath as she pushed them down. A thin line of hair emerged, culminating in a downward pointing triangle. I certainly didn't need the arrow to draw my attention, but I appreciated it. She said that seemed good and then I did the same with the other leg.However she struggled to stretch and hold her ankle on her own when doing it alone. I adore a think and asked if she had anything to tie round to hold. When she said no I suggested a pair of tights and jumping off the bed moving to the wash basket a pair lying on the top. She was so embarrassed they're not clean she said. Don't worry lolTaking hrs ankle is to the tights around hrs ad she pulled her leg back. The combination of. Beyond that was another door leading to the kitchen. James tested the doorknob and found that it was open. He decided that he would just keep opening doors until he found her. The kitchen was dark. Only the lights from the living room beyond served to light his way. James stepped carefully to the source of the light. There, he found his first clue. Hanging from the baluster he found Abby’s skirt. Her blouse lay on the fifth step. James caught on to the game. A pair of pantyhose beckoned him. I truthfully can't remember how long it took butit was a good few years before every last independent thought or actionwas driven from me. It was only at this stage that I could revel incooking for my master for him to derive this pleasure alone by purelyhim. After all a slave should derive no pleasure apart from that receivedby serving her Master.But for now it was torture and Master knew it. Master had also introduceda new rule for me on the first day of me becoming his slave. I was to.