I went straight to my room and pulled the pantyhose from my underpants. The knot in the pantyhose was not as tight as the one in the cinnamon stocking...s. I was able to quickly untie the pantyhose. I balled them up and hid them in one of my shoes. Two days later I decided to wear the pantyhose under my pants. I knew I was taking a big risk but I really thought I could get away with it. Well, I did for a few hours but then my mother became suspicious. I don’t know what did it. I didn’t think I was. I was hard...my hand down my pants and waiting anxiously for the next text. 2 minutes.... nothing. Five minutes...still nothing. 10 minutes and I gave up.About 15 minutes after picture three, came picture four... I was shaking a little when I opened the text. Now she was in light blue satin panties taking a full body shot in the mirror. She was wearing a matching bra and a huge smile. The next text simply asked which ones I liked the best and I let her know that the silver ones were amazing.. ?As you can see in her eyes? She’s practically incoherent? And of course, no scarring, serious injuries.? He points out. ?Only minor abrasions or discolorations caused by her very own hands? That’s why we keep her just mildly sedated? To protect her from herself!? Glancing toward her in obvious pity, her reddened eyes, barely conscious stare, the administrator firmly stamps the folder in front of him. ?This is just a formality? I don’t need to go any further? Another sorry story isn’t. After about fifteen minutes of silence Baby Girl noticed the absence of the sounds of people eating and looked up. "Sweetheart are you off in dream land again? I asked you what John did for a living," her father stated. Baby Girl blinked a couple of times, she wasn't used to hearing Daddy's real name. She always called him Daddy even in front of friends. "He's a PR representative for a law firm in the city," she answered trying not to sound to proud. "Oh is that so?" her father nodded his.