I think both he and I were turned on by the electric effect of our respective nylons rubbing together and despite his small dick he did try hard to pl...ase me. The increased sexual activity was positively reinforcing him wearing the stockings and I made a point never to engage in any form of sexual activity when he was not wearing them.As the weeks passed by I could feel myself becoming more dominant both at home with John and in the office. John was wearing his stockings every day now from when. " I will...I will, but don't rush things, I want to enjoy you while I can."There was a hint of regret, or was it disappointment, perhaps at the thought that this was a 'one off,' or even because it had been such a long time for him.There was no time to analyse that thought, as Greg, lying on his side beside me, lifted my knee and hooked my leg over his thigh. I felt his cock pressing against the wetness of my pussy."Go on...please."Feeling him enter me was another liberating moment in my. So there we were partying in towels and getting massively buzzed.Jessica got up and turned the radio on to drown out the thunder and rain. We played a game where you had to drink a gulp of beer, a shot, and then another gulp of beer. We were getting pretty loaded.Jessica was dancing to the music, and I acted like a fool and started dancing around like an idiot. I kept bumping into her and she'd push me and we'd get into little shoving matches. I grabbed her towel and pulled it off her and she. ”“And, what is so special about Marie? If I may ask? It seems that the services she offers are rather specific. But only tomorrow?”“That is the day Mr. Clinton has designated for me to service my first customers.”“For you ... yes, I see.”“No need to be embarrassed mister. I’m one of Jeb Clintons whores now, if you want me then book me. But the anal has already been booked” She was really not looking forward to accommodating the priest in that way. There were rumours that he had been shipped.