"He held my arm tightly as if preventing me from running away, and he led me to a room I’d never been in before. As we entered, I saw a woman in a l...ather suit. She had long black hair and I thought it was Madame. But, I couldn’t understand why she would have someone bring me here or why she’d be dressed like this?"Mistress, is that you?” I dared to ask. The woman didn’t respond, so I asked again, ”Mistress, is that you?"The woman then spoke to the man in a language I didn’t understand and he. I might as well have painted an arrow and wrote: "See, Billy's been beating off again!"Besides, I wanted to get laid, not jack off. But how in Hell could I do that? I was getting around much better with crutches but I could think of no way any woman would be attracted to me in that getup. And even if she were, I couldn't flex at the hip worth a darn. Perched firmly on my personal pity pot, I wasn't coming up with much to alleviate my tubocharged libido.At the time, I was living in an old house. Only that stupid outfit marred her beauty. What did she look like, under it? Was she ... human, under there? Jeff's hand began moving before he was aware of it. She had touched his face, fire flowing through him. Now, he returned the favor, fingers of his right hand approaching her cheek. They touched...Glass.She was glass. Soft, smooth, burning hot glass. He slid his fingertips over her skin, the girl's eyes never leaving his. There was no friction. Fire burned his nerves, yet it was not pain.. When I picked up the first stocking I foundmy hands shaking and my breathing was laboured. I again looked around meand then tried to put on the stocking like I would a sock - it did notgo on! Again I thought of how I had watched Jenny and rolled up thestocking and slid it over my foot and up my leg. The sensation wasfantastic! I tried to get the seam straight and fastened the stocking tothe suspenders. I followed with the other stocking and finally picked upthe bra.After looking at it for.