"Hmm..." Leighton said. "Time to get pretty."James struggled as he felt a headband placed onto his head, but wasdistracted as he felt his fingers and ...oes being attacked, feeling thetoenails being shaped and painted as pressure was applied to hisfingers. He'd have been able to see what they were doing, but his facewas suddenly attacked by all manner of cosmetics as he felt sponges andbrushes on his cheeks, tweezers on his eyebrows, pencils on his eyes.Without warning, James was lifted up and. She helped to do the wardrobe in some of the cabarets I visited or clubs I played, and one night after a little gig of mine we talked a bit and then went somewhere to eat when her shift was over. I told her about my experiences on stage, especially with Tessa's troupe, which seemed to turn her on quite a bit, but she tried hard not to let it show. When we finally got up to get back home we exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in touch.A few days later she actually called and asked if I. I could not stop myself from pulling open the third drawer. As I did so, I touched the front of my pants, which now contained a raging hard on. Opening the third drawer revealed a wide assortment of stockings and pantyhose. It was unbelievable. Fishnets, fencenets, stayups, holdups, textured and patterned. Opera hose. Crotchless pantyhose. Seamed, sheer, opaque. I saw silky and glittery tights. Three or four bodystockings. And, in the back, about five garter belts of varying colors,. Her smile was even warmer and her eyes told him that she liked what she was seeing. “Would you like a glass of wine?” she said. He’d rather have whiskey, he thought, but he took the wine. They chatted, and drank their wine. After two glasses, she stood up and walked over to his chair. She leaned down as if to kiss him. He put up his arms to embrace her and she stopped him with a gentle push to his forearms. In her low soft voice she said, “I want to play with you, but I have some rules.” She.