Stockings and garters have been my weakness all of my adult Life. Seems so few women even know what they are let alone wear them. Not to mention it is...hard to find nice lingerie. Before we arrived in the bathroom, it also occurred to me that Mistress had on a very striking pair of black fuck me pumps, absolutely one of the sexiest things a woman can wear, at least in public. This observation fueled my desires even more, so for the hope of stockings and garters under her beautiful black dress.. I ordered some Prosecco for my little girlfriend, though she did not know it yet, or did she. Nice man? I offered some to the ‘prince’, but he ordered vodka, pickles and bread. I looked at Zvezda. She nodded and smiled.“Mr. Matthews. I have counter offer. You offer ten thousand units at ten US dollars per unit. I need twenty-two thousand units, and will offer eight dollars eighty cents per each.”“Prince Pushkin,” I said. He laughed, I laughed, Zvezda giggled, “may I make a short phone. My hair burning of candlelight and soft waves down upon his shoulders. My full lips are smiling seductively. My shiny eyes look into you. My slim body covers black, tight leather. My long legs are in mesh, black stockings, and I have black feet, impossibly high heels. The intense smell of leather body and my wonderfully commanding view, standing in front of you, makes you almost in delirium. Grab your dick fingers and squeeze firmly. Groan, and hear my laughter. I look down and see that you. L'occasione propizia non ci mette molto ad arrivare : dopo un racconto che avevo scritto mi manda una mail dicendomi che secondo lei la storia che avevo scritto pareva vera o per lo meno verosimile, allora le dico quella che è la verità , cioè i miei racconti prendono spunto da avvenimenti reali successi a me o ad altri a cui aggiungo elementi di fantasia. A questo punto decido di provocarla e di chiederle come mai legge i miei racconti e soprattutto perché li commenta così spesso, forse le .