“I know, I was super nervous too my first time, but trust me it’s really, really easy,” the black girl stated. “You’ll see once we meet the ...gency. You’ll see how classy they are. Trust me you have nothing to be nervous about, like I told you a million times already.” Samantha nodded her head and looked outside the tinted window. It was approximately 10:00 in the morning and the sun was shining brightly outside. She was glad to be inside the air conditioned limo, as it was already very hot. ”Yes! I have a 15 years-old daughter. Her name is Sarah Jude”, he answered and got up from the chair to come sit beside her on the bed. ”Here’s a picture of her that was taken just a few months ago”, he said with pride in his voice. Christine looked at the photo of the sweet-looking girl. ”Oh, she’s lovely! I can understand that you’re proud of her. And she has her father’s smile, I think!” This time it was Kiefer, who blushed a little as he looked at her sideways. But he didn’t move back to. Still she made no attempt to pull away, but her eyes were now locked on yours. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips a glossy and seductive red. . As your foot slip higher along her thigh, you felt her squeeze your foot between her legs, and you knew that she was hooked. As if in response to this, you felt a distinct dampness start to emerge in your own panties, and felt a familiar twitch in your pussy. Things were looking up."Come upstairs" you said. "We can take some champagne with us". "I. She leaned back and enjoyed every second of flirting with a drunk pantyhose fetish boy. I quickly emptied my glass of pink and placed the glass on her nightstand beside my end of the bed. “Is it what you imagined?” I seated myself with my legs and feet at her side and kept on touching her beautiful black opaque pantyhose feet. “I see you like it as much as i do. But if you gonna touch them, you might as well give me a foot massage” I was in heaven “Yes of course Margret” I was so focused on her.