I mean, from neck to hands to feet, all fishnet. And not tight fishnets. The criss-cross pattern was like two-inch squares. Her bare nipples stuck rig...t out. You could see her pussy lips as she danced for us. This was somebody else, this wasn't the old Whitney! Holy Shit!Whit came over and just laid down across everybody's lap, painfully bending my cock but then it went the right way.We all laughed and pushed on Whitney and teased her and stuff, then Missy said, "Hey, we haven't seen Trent. Then she pointed to the vacuum cleaner and said ok now get to work. I vacuumed the entire living room area with her sitting on the couch seemingly watching television but more laughing at me stumbling around in the stilleto heels, it had to be quite a site. When I had finished that she said I needed to get up on the step stool and then she handed me one of those little feather dusters to clean the blades on the ceiling fan. While I was up there she had bent over under the coffee table to pick. He wrapped more rope around my wrists and secured them to the deck railing. “Bend over, feet shoulder width apart,” he said tersely. “George, this is taking things a bit too far,” I protested. “It’s daylight. Anyone could walk by on the beach …” “Fifteen,” he said, and he wasn’t kidding. I parted my feet, squinted my eyes shut hard, and held my breath. I thought for sure that he’d start wailing on my ass with the metal spatula. Instead, he caressed it softly with his hand and breathed warm. Let’s jump to the story. This story is about how I got to fulfill most of my fantasies with my friend. Her name is Anuja. (name changed) She used to work in the same company as I was.The first day I saw her she was so damn cute and sweetest thing I have ever seen. I was in my office cab and waiting for her. It was her first day to the afternoon shift. Then I started to feel like butterflies in my stomach whenever she was in my cab. She was very shy and introvert. Slowly we began to talk just.