She was travelling and had been feeling very horny for three or four days. She needed a very firm hot cock.The man had been seated next to her at dinn...r. They had chatted about business. It was a business dinner, after all.Em’s cocktail frock was short, the hem just above the knee. It perfectly showed off her sexy legs, clad in sheer black stockings. Its neckline, lower than Em would have worn if she had not been hunting, gave by way of a slightly risqué revelation of cleavage a suitably. Once I was outside I stuffed all the pantyhose into one pair and then took them to my room. I was out there for a while stuffing pair after pair into the one. Back in my room I counted 47 pairs! As a teen I loved to wear her pantyhose all day under my jeans and then cum in them at night. Even though I knew I could count on another pair the next day I still wore each pair several times. I continue to wear them all day under my jeans at school as well as at home.Yes, it has occurred to me more. . " I whisper as she looks away."You were fantasizing about me, weren't you?" Again it is a statement of fact, not a question.I am mute, my mouth goes dry and the words of denial die in the dust in my throat. I cannot hold eye contact. My head drops and I focus my eyes on my hands, fidgeting in my lap. Everything has been said that needs to be said and no words have been exchanged. Suddenly, the gung-ho, take charge businesswoman dressed in power suits is no longer in charge, in command. She. It only took an instant and I could take anyone’s will for my own. When I had first awakened, it was late, the hospital down to its night staff and only an ER nurse keeping tabs on the most likely brain dead guy in a coma. I slowly looked around, still addled and weak, unsure of how I had gotten to the hospital. As I started to remember the injuries that had brought me here, the ER nurse must have heard my stirring because she was soon right by my side replacing my IV and checking my heart.