At least they weren'thumongous like Opal's.Once orientation was over, I was introduced to my place of work. It wascalled The Chashitsu. It was a Jap...nese tea room that also served lightmeals. The tables, each in their own semiprivate alcoves, were high-gloss black enamel sitting low to the ground with beautifullyembroidered soft cushions for the customers to sit on. The floors werecovered in traditional Japanese tatami mats. The walls of each smallroom were decorated with hanging kakejiku. I have just everyday pantyhose, fishnet but what I love the most are the lacy-top stockings. I have about a dozen pairs. I have a few skirts that I bought and a few blouses also.Heels are the worst; they make me feel so sexy but finding ones that fit is not easy. I bought a few pairs that were too tight and I could not wear them very long but after trying them on I just knew I had to find the right pair. I finally found some at Kmart of all places, and on the clearance rack for like seven. " He responded in a no nonsense tone.The manager stuck her nose up into the air and motioned for theorderlies to release me. I made insulted motions to my arms and brushedof the supposed dirt they had left on me. I smiled at Mr. Edgecomb.He gave a tired smile in return to me. Then he motioned for me to joinhim. I walked over to where he stood and waited for him. A puresouthern gentleman, he offered me his arm. I took it gently and walkedslowly with him to wherever he was intending on going.He. But this time she started to smile and then turned her back to me, stretching her arms to the ceiling. She slowly bent over at the waist, kicking off her heels and sliding backwards right in front of me. She gently caressed her leg with her hand then reached around, raising her dress above her waist to expose herself fully to me. What a view! She braced herself on the arms of a large chair as I knelt behind her placing my hands on her legs. I gently started to massage her legs above the.