Looking over at him, I caught his eye. A red blush tinged his cheeks immediately as I smiled at him verifying that he in fact did see me the night bef...ore. The giddiness that was overwhelming me previously intensified. The thought of him watching me carried me throughout the rest of the day, I continued to think and fantasize about how I would have felt if I hadn’t realized he was watching until after I had all my clothes off. Maybe I’ll try that tonight, I mused to myself. When I finally. He eased my top up to my brassiere and ran his fingers along the ridges created by my tight fitting denims, 'You know this tightness can cause stomach pain, due to restricting movement inside', he said softly, somehow making sense, as the pain subsided slightly, and I said as much.Then he asked me to try and lift my hips slightly and in doing so, he eased my denims and my panties down and continued to push until they were at my knees.'Sorry' he apologized, 'I need to quickly check down there to. Love, Cheleste * ‘Are you alright?’ he asked me. He looked squarely at my escort, who released my arm, then back at me. ‘May I show you out?’ he inquired. I rose from my seat. ‘Yes, thank you,’ I said, looking into his lavender eyes and glimpsing the silhouette of wings which angled above his shoulders and down the length of his arms. He placed his hand upon the small of my back, and guided me out of the restaurant. Finding a quiet spot next to the building, he took me aside. ‘Thank you,’ I. She wore a leather corset that set off her nakedbreasts wonderfully. Her legs were encased in patterned self-supporting stockingsunder knee length spike-heeled boots. Her lower arms and hands were encasedin skin-tight leather gloves. However, she was not the most striking part ofthe image. For trailing from her hand was a leash to naked woman at her feet. Natasha couldn't see much of the prostitute, for what else could such a blatantslut be. She was facing away from them, her head against the.