I love to bring your garter belt and attach it around your waist. I bring your stockings. I love carefully rolling each stocking. I love kneeling at y...ur feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter. I love and adore your bottom. If you would let me, I would have you stand that I might kneel behind you. I dare not ask. But I would marvel at your roundness, your perfect. "Say hello to Jack," he said."Hello Jack," she said in a husky sexy voice."Stick your tits out babe," he demanded."Now hasn't she got the best pair of tits you've ever seen?" he asked.I let my eyes flicker over her torso then I remade eye contact with him."Yes Sir," I replied truthfully."I like you Jack," he laughed again. "On your knees again slut. Now get back to the bar and don't let me catch you looking at her again without my permission." Yes Sir," I said and left.I had to do something for. The next morning they were in his room. He was still sleeping. The senior priest was there along with the Mother Superior from the convent. The room was full of flowers and unopened cards hand delivered by anxious parishioners. The prognosis was not all doom and gloom but until he regained consciousness, no one could tell the extent of his injury. Throughout the day, a constant stream of well wishers arrived at the hospital but none were allowed in the room. Sandra and Barbara kept a silent. I turned to look at the curvaceous girl in jeans and a pink pea-coat. ‘Have you seen my friend? She was supposed to be here.’ ‘I’m sorry, I don’t think so.’ ‘Ugh, bastard,’ she said under her breath. I forgot the other girl, this one needed some manners. She also had a better base to work off of. ‘Well, you’re not giving me much to go on here. What does she look like?’ ‘She’s wearing a black coat. Brown hair. Short.’ She spat every word with contempt and a sort of hiss. ‘I might have seen her,’.