I promise.’ Her pleas were met with laughter. ‘You promise, huh?’ Tears were streaming down her cheeks, partially pain, partially terror. Why h...dn’t she gone with her mom and DJ tonight? ‘I won’t tell anyone,’ she said, trying to sound as sincere as she could. ‘Move your arms and let us have a look, then maybe we’ll leave you alone.’ The man in black stepped forward, putting his hand on his partner’s arm. ‘Yeah,’ said the man in gray. ‘Move your hands and spread your legs out and let us have a. He also wore an expensive watch. Glen was a man who paid attention to the details. Once in the door, he took my hand and spun me. ‘Let me get a good look at you,’ he said, making me feel a little giggly and little girlish. My gown was a deep blue velvet spaghetti straps with a modest neckline but I more daring low draped back. On my feet I wore silver sling backs with a medium-high heal. There’s something about the attention of a gay man that’s surprisingly reassuring. After all- he’s not. She took of her shirt and jeans and then came the bra and her panties. She continued to rub the horses cock and then began to rub her pussy as she did so. Her pussy began to grow extremely wet. she found a nice place, some stacked hay bails would do, and lead Shadow over to them. She stood on her hands and knees and lifted her ass into the air. Shadow began to sniff her pussy. He Began to lick it and Madison could not believe what she was doing. Soon Shadow mounted her and began to thrust his. She was holding a cellophane packet of what looked that panty hose. She saw my confused look and pulled the stockings from the package. “These are a cross between panty hose and gartered stockings,” she said, holding them up for me to see. Indeed, they looked like panty hose except that they had an open area below the hips. Continuous straps connected the waist band to the stocking legs. “You can wear these conveniently just like garters and stockings… you know, with easy access when needed….