"Dee added, "We'll dress nicely Tommy. I know 'we' have an image to uphold, but I just don't feel formal today."I nodded to her that it wasn't a probl...m, and then got up to get the phone to make the reservations. It was one of Carol's nights on, so we'd be sure to get her service. All of the servers were excellent, but we had a "thing" with Carol. The "big guy" and other staffers knew that Carol and I had dated at one time and could see no ill feelings with either; in fact we we're still very. I took the sack down and hung up the one I brought before moving back to the overlook, never hung the sacks too close to where I camped. Not that I made much of a camp, never cooked, just cleared the ground where I laid my bedroll at night.Not all of the pack were in sight, not unusual, watched and waited. When the growling started I couldn’t see the cause, no point moving ‘cos there wasn’t a better overlook, the growling stopped and started, seemed to settle for a while then start right back. Something in it excited me and made me want the same. So I asked my wife that she could buy me one.That reaction was immediately negative, even though my idea was to use stockings with her - for sex between two of us. I told her this, but it didn’t go very well. However, the idea remained in the air and I repeated my request to her after a month. And after another month. One night she brought me a couple of pairs of black 20 denier stay ups from a local department store. I was surprised. I. God, she looked good! I could feel my cock twitching at the very sight of her: those firm breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, the way her tight skirt clung to her pert ass, the sheer stockings covering those wonderful legs, the come-to-be eyes, those lips perfect for cocksucking.“Nice, Claire,” I said appreciatively, “You clean up well, my little pet.” Claire said nothing, nervously looking at the floor, avoiding my gaze.“Is that a trace of cum in your hair, my dear?” I said.