As she opened the door the sight that greeted her was of a very fit, tall, good looking young man, his dark hair fell slightly forward as he stepped t...rough the door.Frankie had to pull herself together this was her friend’s son. “Come in Reece, would you like a coffee” she finally managed to say.“No it’s ok Frankie, I will just get on with what you need looking at” he replied.Frankie had to take deep breathes as what she really wanted to say was “fuck the electrics, just look at me! I need. I was drowned in the ineffable sweetness of the soft skin of her thigh. I scaled the heights to the leg band of her underpants. (I like underpants. I don’t deny the pleasing aesthetic appearance of bikini pants or thongs. They are for models posing on web sites or in newspapers or women’s magazines or Victoria’s Secret catalogues. But for sexiness, the hard breathing, for driving lustiness gives me the feel of underpants any time.) I did not invade under the leg band. It’s restrictive and. Becky's Mistress just can't stand wigs and has always insisted that we used her natural hair. That first time her hair was too short to do anything with other then a cute pixie cut. I remember that we dyed it a deep red color, it was half way between a natural hair color and a punk dye job. Becky looked just adorable. Of course with the hair so short it was a perfect opportunity to show off all the piercings her Mistress had me put in her ears. Becky was so afraid of getting pierced those first. A waiter came over and he ordered a beer."So how's the Big Apple?" Oh, it's great! My job is fabulous!"He laughed."I knew you'd always do good." He admired my legs. "You must have every guy in New York after you."I blushed. "Actually, no." Why not?" No time." Ahhh - yes, I know about that."His beer arrived and he took a long swig. He grinned at me."But I do have time for you, my sexy little cousin." Shhhh! Don't say that in public!"He laughed again and I smiled back."Let's go to your room so I.