We're making a profit and it has just begun," Barson said. Looking at Sid, he added, "Peterson didn't tell me what to do with the profits, so Olaf and...I figured that it was about time to come ask you what we're supposed to do with them." Just how large of an operation have you built?" Sid asked looking at the trio."Pretty large. We've got a couple of places that are manufacturing wagons, siege weapons, spears, bows, arrows, shields, saddles, lances, and just about every other weapon that's made. . or stockings?" she breathed.I felt a dizzy feeling sweeping over me, and I glanced down at my black nylons and high stilleto pumps. "Pantyhose," I whispered, scarcely able to believe what was happening.Lexi gazed up at me with wide eyes. "Can we see them?" she asked."See wh-what?" I replied, feeling giddy. Karen's feet were now sliding over Lexi's, nylon brushing over soft nylon. I could see the dark place between Lexi's legs. With a distant fascination, I realized that the girl wasn't. Finally, I remember slipping Mary’s panties down to the floor, the final humiliation as I expose the part of her that should be mine alone to the man who will soon claim it from me. Proud of my wife, I presented her as a gift to her lover in all her fecund glory, encouraging her to take the first short steps towards him that we both knew would inevitably lead to her repeated infidelity and my confirmation as a helplessly addicted cuckold.They embraced; my wife’s naked body coming into full. Jenny ran her hands over me, rubbing the lube in and getting me slippery. Gary turned his back to her and bent over. Jenny squirted more lube on to her fingers and started massaging Gary’s bum. I watched as she lubricated his arsehole, her finger gently sliding inside him. She finger fucked him for a minute then he pulled off her and straddled my cock. I watched as he grasped my prick and guided the head to his slippery arsehole. Gary close his eyes and slid down on to my cock, the head pushing.