" I'm wearing a garter belt, Joe." Really?" Really." I noticed that Sherri's hands were staying safely away from the edge of her skirt."Any particular...reason?" I asked.Sherri let out a low chuckle and brushed her hair back as she smiled at me."I'm a working girl, Joe. We don't wear pantyhose. Unless it's for a client's fetish, of course." What? There's a pantyhose fetish?" There's a fetish for just about everything," Sherri answered. "You name it, there's probably a guy somewhere sexually. Boldly reaching over and give it a squeeze, I whispered " Maybe I can help you with this." He closed his eyes and laid his head back slightly, giving himself over to the pleasure as I began stroking him through his lounge pants. My clit throbbed and stiffened between my swollen labia as I moved my hand inside his fly and pulled his erection out into the open. His cock was so hard and thick that I felt my self growing even wetter. Push his fly down around his dick, I uncovered his balls and. I do admit that when I'm masturbating in the picture window I fantasize about what it would be like having sex with multiple strangers on my one night in Amsterdam.So after dancing and posing nude for the tourist passerby, I keep their attention by leaning back in a chair that I pull up to the window and watch men lustfully gaze between my legs as I part them. I love the reaction I get when I continue by hooking my legs over the armrests of the chair showing my pussy to them for the first time.. ” Adam tore off a square from a strip of cloth. With the cleaning rod he ran it down and up the barrel of the musket. “I’m cleaning out the oil ... Do you remember how to load one of these?”“I think so...” Kara bit off the bottom of the cartridge and poured the powder into the barrel.”“Just slip the slug in, broad-end first.” Kara pushed the slug into the barrel and followed it with the paper from the cartridge. Then she withdrew the ramrod and pushed it into the muzzle. “Make sure the round is.