I gaspedwhen I saw what it contained; a pink plastic chastity device. I knew whatit was, of course, although I had never actually touched one. The par...where one's cock was supposed to go seemed very small...There was also an envelope in the package addressed to Didi. I recognisedMummy's writing, although I already knew that it was she who had sent thepackage. I realised that I had left this to last because I was nervousabout what it might contain. But finally I opened it. It contained aformal. I settled back and leaned over to peek through the hole to my left to see who was entering. A neatly dressed black gentleman pushed open the inner restroom door and turned toward the urinals. He looked to be in his 50s, with slightly graying hair, and was wearing dark green polyester slacks and a brown tweed sport coat with a white, open collared dress shirt. I was now quite curious as to what I might see as this portly black gentleman stepped up to the urinal closest to me. With my eye glued. You just have to ask…' 'Ask?I think you mean I tell youwhat I want. Isn't that right?' 'Yes,'he muttered, head down, 'that's right.' 'Goodand what I want is orgasms, Steve, nice juicy orgasms. Let me see,' I said,pretending to think while I uncrossed my legs, tugged my skirt down a littlebut, in fact made it shift up so the tops of my stockings were visible. Thereit was , I thought withglee, that flicker of pain.It must really hurt the poor schmuck! God, if I see it again, I think. Looking into her drawers, I found what I waslooking for. Her hosiery drawer was full of different types of nylons,in every color imaginable. Digging through them, I was glad that shedidn't keep them orderly, it would make stealing a pair that mucheasier. Finding a pair of tan hose I pulled them out. Damn! I saw thatthey had the reinforcement on top. Not good. Digging around some more Ifound another pair of tan hose. The second pair I pulled out I hit paydirt. They were very light tan and had an.