I tremble as I hang, but before he can start Simon asks:"Robert, I don't know about you, but I'm as hard as a rock. Why don't we have her take care of...us before we continue?" Do you want to cut her down?" No, if we just untie her legs, we can both do her, and then we just tie them again and continue" Yes let's do that. Don't fuck her ass though; I want to save her rear for later"I cannot believe my ears. They are talking about me, as if I wasn't here; of course, it is not as if I had anything. . that I don't have enough youth to offer you a better future. I really like you, and it would be wonderful to dream about getting to know you for real and dating you for real and getting out of here for real and starting a new life together, but..."Caitlyn tilts her head, her expression one of utter puzzlement and curiosity. "But what?" But I'm fifty-five and you look as if you're in your mid-twenties. In twenty years if I'm still alive I'll be an old man at seventy-five and you'll still be. Now for some fetish shoes. I just love 6" patent black ankle strap shoes and soon my hosed feet are trapped inside of a pair. I then spend a few moments walking up and down in front of my wardrobe mirror. I love to pose and look at my delightfully sheathed nylon legs, oh those kinky little wrinkles around my ankles and knees. I also just adore that sensual whisper of my retro nylons as my sheathed thighs rub together. Soon the feeling of sensual excitement builds. My bottom feels. I also thought it might be neat to have some pictures of me in my heels and hose, and I even found sites that offered to take the pictures. I ended talking to one man who lived not very far away and he offered to take photos of me in some of my outfits. He said he would do it for free, and finally one day my need to do something like that got the better of me and I agreed to pose in some of my clothes. Now I have a whole bunch of photos of myself in very sexy poses and many with my breasts.