Soon, the landlady( a beauty around 29-30 yrs) appeared from the inner room (probably their dressing room). She was dressed to kill with transparent (...ee thru) light blue saree, matching blouse with low cut showing her cleavage and well developed breasts and was wearing her saree so low that it was almost 8-10 inch lower than her navel (which was also exposed). She too sat near me and we had a short gossip to get out of all the nervousness, after which I came to know that her husband is in. "Again" sticking his cock back in my mouth. This time he held it even longer before pulling out. "Good boy!" he said with a smile.He went back to fucking my face, his breath quickened, I could tell he wasn't holding back now. I tried to match his trusts with my mouth, taking him as deep as I could."Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" With his hand on the back of my neck he pulled out of my mouth. His cock glistening with saliva just inches from my face. "Stay right there." He said grabbing his cock and. I gulp and click off a shot. "Fantastic," I whisper."I love these," you say softly. "They feel amazing, they look incredible, I love what this does for me." Your hands come to move over your well-perched breasts as your eyelashes flutter. "Feels so good, too. My nipples are so hard. Can you tell?" "Uh, no," I stammer, as the upper bit of your areolae can be seen above the cup but the downy material hides anything below. But I can change that. "Pull the cups down a little and show me." You. It’s too weird.” “No, really, I do. I’m serious Ken. I have a huge pantyhose fetish. I wear them. I’m not going to be thinking about Lisa. I’m going to be thinking about wearing nice pantyhose.”Ken stared at me for a moment then smiled and said “You’re full of shit. If you wear them then put a pair on in front of me right now.” I kicked off my sneakers then unfastened my jeans and let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them then pealed my briefs off. I was still holding the pair of Wolford.