After I pulled on my navy blue speedo,she wrapped the orange cloth around my waist like a skirt. Grudgingly, I went along. What else could I do? We f...und a good spot on the beach near the surf, where we could enjoywatching the other sunbathers and walk to the water. Occasionally whenshe got too hot and sweat began to bead on her perfectly proportionedbody, Cindy bid me join her in the waves. "No, I'm not that hot," I said nervously. I was afraid to take off mysari, lest anyone notice the. She blushed with embarrassment.‘We’ll need to make a couple of wardrobe adjustments before we get down to your punishment. All I need you to do’ he said, pointing at Amy ‘is to remove your knickers and put your tights back on. And I think it will only be fitting for you to put the stockings you stole on’ he said, prodding me in the chest. It had been clear from the pictures and reports he had shown us that he had a tights and stockings fetish. I hated the idea of dressing to please him, but. That included his estate and his women. I gently touched mom's arm and drew her attention to the hungry young man. She noticed and nodded in his direction with a sad little smile.Craig nodded back. Just like that a date had been set.That night after we went home, I slept in my room. Mom left her door open and slept in a small teddy.We both waited. It wasn't until 3 in the morning, that we heard gentle footsteps coming down the stairs. Mom's door opened and closed quickly and then, just like. Slowly you climb the stairs, your chest heaving, and your knees slightly weakened from the anticipation. You can begin to smell the pheromones from men sweating and working out. As you reach the top of the stairs, the small gym is actually empty of anybody working out, but you hear the sound of men coming from the locker room. Every part of your body is tingling with excitement as you creep toward the locker room, the sound of water running and men talking and laughing coming from inside.You.