"I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"Natsumi shook her head. She realized that she had given him a moment of hope there that would torment him for a while. "I'...m sorry. I'm really sorry, but I-- I can't. I really can't."He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and accusation. Natsumi stood up, tugging her purse around her shoulder. "Sorry, I-I have to go." It wasn't the right thing to do. She should have stayed with him and tried to talk him through his inevitable heartbreak, but she just couldn't do. . but getting the stockings onto her trussed-up form … HOW to do that!?“Gemma – come over here ,,, as I hold each of her legs out – you roll a stocking onto it – OK!?”So I untied each leg in turn, and, applying hugely excessive pressure with both thumbs to the nerve point near her groin, she had no option but to straighten her released leg, in an attempt to relieve the agony I was inflicting, but for sufficient time for Gemma to quickly thread a stocking over her foot and up.Re-tying each leg. ” I said to them.“i’ve never had a woman lick me before, it was quite an experience.” She put her fingers to her mouth and tasted them. “Mmmm… Is that what I taste like.”?“Yes you do, and I’d like to do it again one day.”“Maybe.” she said.And that’s another story. The following week, I got called to Mrs. Reddy’s classroom. “Hi Alex, Mrs. Rao will be here in a minute. I feel horny and want to taste her pussy.”Mrs. Rao walked in. “Hi Poornima (Mrs. Rao’s first name), would you mind if I licked. I watched as he lifted my legs over the arms of the chair and tied them in place, leaving me open and exposed. A blindfold finished my new accessories. I noticed it was black, it would match my black skirt. Mark pushed the chair, with me secured in it, through the house and left me setting in what I assumed was the family room to answer the doorbell that had rung just as we entered the room.I heard several male voices accompanying Mark back into the room. I started to feel a little frightened.