She asked, "Do you like this?" I replied, "Your stockings are sexy...” She laughed softly, and responded, "These are pantyhose. Helps me to keep eve...rything where it should be...” I couldn't imagine anything was loose or hanging on her body, so I paid no mind to her comment and kept rubbing my hand up and down her leg. After a moment, I felt emboldened, and broke her rule. I passed mid-thigh. On the inside of her thigh, my fingers grazed something. At first, I thought it to be some weird growth.. Please, Jenny, I love you! Please, will you please forgive me?” She didn’t answer, she just put her head on the table, still buried in her arms. “Oh, hell, oh, shit, I was saving this for a more special time, but…” I left the room, going back into our bedroom and opening the closet. I could hear Jillian in the shower down the hall as I dug into the pile of discards that were going to go to Goodwill when one of had a chance to drop them off and remembered to do it. There was a shoebox down. " "Why are you obsessed with details, I can't remember everything. You're trying to catch me out." "Tell me I want to know," I demanded. By now she was moving with me and breathing heavier. "Come on, tell me," I coaxed."I've told you," she said, with that same heavy breathing voice she had a few nights before. "I let them kiss me and play with my nipples though my tee-shirt." "You admitted it was more than that," I said, gently thrusting my cock into her. "Tell me and give me a turn on." One. She didn’t think much about what she had on, a simple blouse and skirt. Her hair was pulled back and she had put on a little make-up, but she otherwise felt rather plain. ‘Are you hungry?’ Alan asked. ‘I’m starved, to tell the truth.’ ‘Where would you like to go?’ Marissa had to pause for a moment. This job was getting weirder by the minute. No client had ever asked her what she liked, and he was ready to let her pick the restaurant. She was half-tempted to mention the very pricey steak house.