I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand moved slowly along an ...nner thigh, looking for a response. A change in breathing, a slight tremble, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue the journey.How much I loved the feel of nylon against my skin. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a. Admittedly, it was pretty weird at first, being able to relate to someone so easily—but now, she may just be as close to him as he is with his roommate Seth. Even though those two have been together for a longer period of time and harbor a special connection probably only reserved for soulmates or something, she’s managed to slip herself into their dynamic relatively easily. But what’s even weirder is how dear, he—and Seth, by extension, by fortune, by providence—are to her now, so much so she. Upon learning this my chances of steering the date round to ultimately getting my cock some action seemed to slip away despite my efforts to seamlessly table the idea.I set off walking home. I went the quick way, through the woods and over the golf course, most of the way was moonlight but through the wooded bit I used the torch on my phone. I’d just reached the edge of the woods and had set off down the 18th fairway when I heard something odd, I guess you’d say, not like an a****l but a. The woman almost behind us was naked above the table and had clamps on her nipples. She was, it transpired, the owner of one of Germany’s largest steel companies. Her Mistress was a large woman in a striking, vivid purple dress. Another couple were two sisters and also the daughters of a senior politician. Greta went on describing each couple and their positions in Berlin society. “Lise and I could make fortunes from blackmail,’ she laughed, ‘but we make enough, more than enough and enjoy our.