When she came home from work I would see what she was wearing and if she was in one of my favourite outfits (a navy skirt suit with knee-length skirt,... navy pantyhose and pumps) I would excuse myself and go down to talk to her. While talking to her I would be admiring her legs and wishing I was knelt near her gently caressing them. If she wasn't in then I would excuse myself to go to the toilet and quickly nip into his parents bedroom and get some of his mothers pantyhose out of her drawer. I'd. When I came back, I was surprised to see that she had pushed her chair back and put her feet on the table. This had the effect of making her skirt drift up her thighs, creating an even starker contrast between her white flesh and her dark socks. “Hope you don’t mind me making myself at home?” “Oh, no, that’s okay.” I sat down and placed the two mugs on the table, taking care not to spill any on her folder. I glanced her way briefly and it was like the effect of a light bulb on the retina. The. We were going slowly but it seemed that the more Dan talked about bondage and toys used on me and experimenting on my body the more it was making him hot and his cock harder.He said: “There’s also something called a ‘safe’ word. That’s a word you use when you want to stop everything for whatever reason. It’s like I use something on your body or I do something to it and you don’t like it. You say the word and I stop immediately and untie you and we stop. I won’t hurt you and I won’t cut you or. Frank dreamt:I woke up in morning with a splitting headache, you know, one of those where it hurts so bad, you just know you're going to puke. I jumped and ran to the bathroom — thankfully I made it — but I spent most of the next few hours in there, being as sick as a dog. I had the strangest dream last night; it seemed so real but yet I know it was a dream. It had to be a dream; after all, I was home in Malibu, not in some desert city watching the planet die. But the people ... I remember them.