He didn’t bother adjusting the toe seam or extending the fabric. He said that was my job. Once the pantyhose were on his feet properly we both began...stretching the fabric up his legs and over his knees. I told him to stand as we carefully stretched the nylon over his muscular thighs, then his hips and ass. He pulled the panty over his now stiff cock but half his cock protruded above the waistband. As before, the pantyhose didn’t fit. His legs were simply a little too long and a lot too muscular. Whatever else he was, Jo was a good father and loved his children; they also loved him. She lasted out until Thursday. After getting the children off to school that morning she picked up the phone and this time dialled the full number. “Stan the handyman,” he answered. “H... hi Tom, it’s Carla.” “Hi Carla, how are you?” “I’m fine. I... I was wondering if you could give us a quote for some electrical work?” she asked and then went onto explain that Jo had often moaned about not having a. He could almost smell the salty musk of her sex calling to him and stiffening his cock. From her humiliating perspective Alexia regarded the leader of these coarse men. He was tall and broad, with a rugged unshaven face framed with curling dark blonde hair that was sprinkled with red. His unabashed scrutiny unnerved her. When his eyes dropped to her barely concealed private parts her heart began to hammer in her chest and her face turned a deep shade of crimson. Her nipples tightened. The woman’s eyes seemed to lite up at this statement and she conveyed this detail to the notary. She then passed onto the other girls in the tent, seeming to repeat the same questions and inspections also dishing out punishment for those that didn’t reply. In the late afternoon, a solider came and led her to the largest tent at the centre of the camp. This tent was subdivided into smaller rooms, and she was left in one with a single cot that had a guard posted outside. Her hands were unbound.