" Then I think I might keep you like this," said Tiffany mischievously,as she ran her finger around in a swirling motion, as two tiny locksappeared ar...und Melissa corset and around her thigh stockings."OMG, well this might make things a bit more difficult now," saidMelissa giggling."Oh I don't think that'll be a problem," Tiffany smirked. "Just tryit."Melissa did as she was told, and it was a struggle- but she enjoyedevery minute of it. Melissa thought after she finished, Tiffanywould've. So, my Master had a dinner date. I figured it was with Miss Ingersoll, since she didn't seem like the sort of person to let anything she was interested in develop in its own sweet time. Maybe that was her debt, Mr. Reiser changing the wager from her being his bedroom negra to being his dinner guest. I could see that happening, but I wished I understood the woman a little better. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever met and me being a boy beneath my skirt hadn't bothered her in the least. If she. I began to wonder what she tasted like and lowered my head so I could eat her out. Using the tip of my tongue, I ran it over her pleasure bud, down to her wet hole, and back up. Sensing she was close to orgasm, I used my whole tongue to lap at her pussy, as she thrust her hips, bringing herself hard up to my face. I felt her start to shake beneath me and her screams of pleasure echoed out across the balcony. Suddenly a cough from inside the suite alerted us that weren't alone. Charles had. I had a pair of her cinnamon stockings for a long time.” I said. “Oh… what? You have already taken a pair of your mother’s stockings?” I replied “yes, they were cinnamon stockings with runs and I wore them for a long time.” “So you fished those out of the trash? Michael!” Dad began shaking his head while half laughing.Dad said “I don’t care if you want to play with them. But your mother does, so that’s the problem. Just don’t steal any pantyhose from your mother. She is now wearing pantyhose.”.