Her pantyhose had reinforced sandal-toes; her soles and toes encased in darker but still sheer nylon. She absentmindedly reached down and scratched th...e sole of her foot; her bright-red fingernails whispered along the nylon, the hissing sound was nearly lost in the background din of the office.Nearly lost that was. In the adjoining cubicle forty-five year old Harold Rheems could hear a woman's nylons rustle over the length of a football field. He was a devoted nylon fetish and he was delighted. Hoe could you manage it all. I requested her to give me a chance I will try my best to manage, as we have no the other way. She looked me for a while and then she told its ok. You can come from tomorrow; I will help myself to you to learn those that you cannot. I came to home and announced it that I have got the job instead of father. All of my family became very happy, as we have no other way to get any help from anywhere. I went there at early morning. Begamsab told me about all of her. “We really shouldn’t even be thinking about this.”She laughed out loud. “Am I being naughty then?” she jested.“A little, yes.”“Ooooh. And what would you do to punish me then?” she cooed. With that Neelam rose from the sofa, and turned so that she was standing directly in front of him. Slowly, yet very deliberately she hitched up her dress a little and lifted her leg so that her foot rested on the sofa alongside him. Once again Vishal could do little but let his eyes savour her delicious calf. She told him she was, but, they were plain white, and that she normally wore bikini panties and a push-up bra, to enhance the size of her boobs. He told her that it didn't matter, and to take off her dress, so he could take her picture in her underwear. He took several more pictures, again in various poses, from standing with her arms at her sides, to sitting in the floor with the crotch of her panties pulled to the side, revealing her pussy, and topless. She did as she was told, and waited for.