Soon it was at her feet, and George drank in the sight of her in nothing but skimpy black panties, crotchless pantyhose and sexy heels.“Do you alway... wear your panties over your pantyhose?” George queried.“When they’re crotchless, and when I’m... working, yes,” she replied. “Men like to see me in these things,” she continued, running her hands lightly across the nylon. “It’s a lot easier to take off your panties if you don’t have to take off and put back on your pantyhose and shoes,. I love your cum!"The attempts seemed to be enough to satisfy the men, judging from the fact that they didn't request for her to do anything else.Presumably, everything was done. She was sitting on her knees, with a glaze on her face that wasn't going to go away without soap and water. I still couldn't believe that I was looking at the same mom that I had kissed prior to my trip!Jimmy approached her and said, "Well, Angie, you did a great job but this marks the end of lesson one. How do you feel. ” I struggled to my feet, and she helped me up. I could feel every movement in the skin of my ass, wondered what it looked like and how long it would feel this way. My nose touched the white paint, and I wondered how long I'd be here this time, how often I'd be here. My pussy was still throbbing, still upset at being so close, still as frustrated as it had ever been. And she was going to do this all the time? God, when was she going to let me come? The not knowing--that thrilled me. The loss of. Her areolas and nipples were readily visible through the fabric, perfect rose-colored peaks on flawless breasts, the creamy flesh of which spilled over the tops of the low-cut cups. The panties, also lace, were cut high on the hips, accentuating the length and smooth contour of her extraordinary legs and, at her angle, revealing the major share of a flawlessly smooth and shapely left buttock.The heels were an odd touch. I think barefoot is sexy, and I’ve always felt that a woman naked (or close.