We had swapped numbers at the end of her ‘interview’ and had subsequently engaged in a little fruity text banter. Melissa asked me what I would li...e her to wear on day one. I told her to use her initiative. She replied with some high definition selfies modelling a variety of drop-dead outfits. I said that they all looked incredible on her. Which was my favourite, she asked? All of them, I said. LOL, thanks, she shot back. But no, go on, which one? Like, which one gave me the biggest hard-on? I. She told him to put "his" pantyhose on too, and he carefully slid them over his toes, heels and up his legs as he had seen his mom do. When they finally rested around his waist he thought he had died and gone to heaven. His legs felt like they were encased in a wonderfully tight, silky trap. He never wanted to take them off. Cindy wasn't missing any of his reactions and she thought if the situation were just a little different she would probably make sure the sensations he was feeling were. This wasnt hard to do in such a small town with a population under 15,000. The only discomforting thing was it was only me and two other girls I knew who were put in the advanced chorus class from middle school. Everyone else was a new face and looked at us as if they could smell the freshman scent from our skin. I sat in one of the empty seats, looking even more like an outcast since most of the other kids were standing, goofing off or huddled in thier cliques. There was no lesson for the day. Mary just smiled back ather and they fell asleep in each others arms.When Joanna woke, she found herself alone. She heard a slight noisecoming from downstairs. There was her wife making breakfast. AsJoanna entered the room, her wife said, "morning sleepy head." Morning dear, what time is it?" Joanna asked."It is nearly 10 o'clock and it is time for breakfast."As Joanna sat at the table Mary came behind her and tied her handsbehind her so she couldn't get up."Why have you tied me up?" I will.