Hooked to lacy black garter belts. I was a traditionalist. The feet pictures don't do much for me, but you can always count on four or five really goo... stroke pictures of beauties with stockinged legs and gaping pussies in each issue. The women I knew wore pantyhose or sweat socks or kept their legs bare. I had suggested that a couple of them wear stockings and they once again took offense. Why can women tell us what they want, but we can't tell them?The "Private" and the "Leg Show" should be. Have you ever licked rain drops off her golden thighs?" I was stunned by his words. So, this was kind of pleasure Mahesh was talking about. I was sacred now. Was Mahesh offering me as a bribe to save his job?. I wanted to put more clothes on but decided it was best not to displease my husband's boss. Both men sat on the sofa and waied for the drinks. I brought beer and snacks and served them. I could not but help stare at Mr Arora's enormous dick which was creating a bulge in his pants. I. Old Sally and all the pups were there too. Ariel's pup was sitting on Mr. Williams' lap with a pink bow tied around her neck. Jack saw the bow and smiled. "Had to make this little girl ready for her new mistress, right?" the older man chuckled.Jack laughed and said, "Yeah. Ariel's going to love this little bundle of fuzz! I just need to put the carrier together, then I'll take her home. Do you mind if I put it together here, Mr. Williams?" Jack asked. "No, no, Not at all. Do you need any tools. The feather, at least I think it is one, strokes over my exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing me despite my fears. Your fingers trail a blazing path down my throat, along the valley between my breasts, pausing to circle my aerolas. Your fingernails scrape gently across my abdomen and stop to dip into my belly button. I suck in a breath at the exquisite feeling. My face grows red as I smell my arousal. ”So soft. So smooth,” you say as your hand moves even lower over my shaven mound. I.