You sit down and I am on my knees, at your feet. I stare at your skinny, bony feet, moist and bruised after a long day. I kiss them gently, licking th...e slick leather. I can't get enough of that moist pantyhose odor. I take off your heels and massage your feet playing with each sexy toe, bringing them close to my nose and breathing in deep, pressing my lips against your warm little toes. I rub your hot feet against my neck down to my chest, feeling the smooth pantyhose against my nipples,. His language is another thing that rubs off on me. She ushered me into a room and introduced me to Doctor Wilkins, who I already met, and his associate, another PhD, Doctor Ramathani, and she left me in their evil clutches."Ram," Doctor Wilkins said, "We don't need to start with anything near high school level." And off we went. Doctor Ramathani goes by "Ram", not like the sheep, but with an 'ah' sound, and Doctor Wilkins' first name is Brendon, 'Bren' for short, and by lunchtime I was Cindy. It is an ideal toy to allow a lady to calm herself from her need to cum, yet still bring her pleasure. The tip of the feather is another story. It alone will not make a lady cum. But the tip is a tool of intense, pleasurable torture that few are able to tolerate. Sarah’s ankles were already tied with the ends of some old silk ties. I took the free ends of each tie and tied them together in a double knot, leaving Sarah with her ankles tied to each other, with a long strip of silk tie between her. She cupped my breast again, this time she lifted, and I felt like she was squeezing them a little. As she was holding my breast, I felt her tits rubbing against my back, and I loved it. God, I was getting so turned on. Finally she said, "This is great, I would like to see you try the matching thong, shall I go get them? I was more than willing to try anything she wanted, and told her yes, please mom. Mom bent to pick up the panties that she had selected. By the time she got back up I was.