Weeks passed. My excitement about my pantyhose began to wane. I thoughtabout the survey I had filled out. It had asked me about wearing shortsand dres...es and skirts. It had asked about heels and boots. I wanted toshow them off. At least to myself. I owned cargo shorts and runningshoes. They didn't look right. I stopped wearing the pantyhose everyday.I would pull them out occasionally when I felt sad, but they didn't bringme the same joy as before. Then another manila envelope arrived in. Each time she saw Corinne passing, it was like she had seen a marvel and would stare at her for a while. Corinne, on her part never seemed to take notice of my wife’s stares. Then one day at closing hour, picking up my bag to meet my wife, I met the two women near the coffee machine each with a cup of coffee in their hands. I stopped when I saw the two of them together. They seemed to get on well with each other, and they were smiling. How did my wife act so fast as to start a conversation. My hand on the back of your head, guiding you as you suck hard, making it wet from your mouth. I lean back and escape a moan as I continue to finger-fuck your tight little pussy. I pull you off my cock and release my fingers from your wet pussy. I look down to you and grab your hips, bending you forcefully over the bed, propping your ass up in front of me. Spank you and moaning out a little “MMMMMM”. Rubbing my cock up and down your throbbing pussy I playfully rub your breasts and lean towards. He turned and ran towards his front door as if someone was behind him, unable to explain the sudden increase in his blood pressure. He reached the front porch, his right foot landing on the first step. And then, the attack came.His heart leapt to his throat when he felt the pressure on his shoulder. It was like being lifted into the air, his feet flying above his body, and then there was pain as his back came into contact with the ground, even with his tailbone. The hood fell back from his head.