You won't need that.) the voice said gently fromabove her head as she looked out the door.Jane's head snapped up and she gasped, dropping the poker. ...semitransparent shape floated above her - a young male dressed ina red tunic and green leggings.Finding her voice, Jane managed to squeak "You're a ghost?" Indeed. Now, follow me, please." He directed and then began tofloat towards the stairs.Not sure what was going on, but no longer feeling threatened,Jane made to follow. "Aren't you supposed. "Why do I need garters? Won't pantyhose or tights work just as well?" Iasked."Because you always say garters are sexy and I want you to feel sexy!,"she answered.She then takes a pair of stockings and slides them up my hairless legs. It was such a feminine feeling as she rubs her hands up and down my legsto make sure they are smooth. She attaches them to the garters and Ican feel the tug and pull of them. I look down (over my new cleavage)and see my covered legs looking so feminine. This is. I was still all worked up from having male strippers grind on me and invite me to lick whipped cream off of their various body parts; plus my interrupted morning masturbation ritual ended in frustration and only left me in a major sense of heat.“Fine then,” I said aloud to the ether. “If they won’t let me fuck myself, I’ll just have to fuck with them!”I ran into my bedroom and quickly did my makeup. I wanted it to look sexy, but natural. That way I had plausible deniability. I knew that I was. “Your husband will be fine as long as you both cooperate. They are taking him away to begin his training to become my Master’s slave.” Ashley was shaking and scared and couldn’t comprehend in her mind to what this woman had just said to her. The huge black man just stood silently starring at Ashley as he put his large arm around the little redhead. She kissed his large chest several times as if she were worshiping him as if he were some sort of God. The woman stopped kissing his chest and.