With my hands still covering my face i said. “Ok. I do…. I like to wear pantyhose” He then laughed, but not like in a mean way. “Well that's t...otally fine with me. But you don't just like it. I think you really love wearing them. You even paint your toenails” I removed my hands my face and i was totally blushing. He sat there and smiled at me. “Yes…. I really do love it. I love how they feel on my legs and feet. They make me look pretty” He looked at them again. “You know what Brian…. They. Our sex life is usually pretty vanilla so this was so out of the ordinary to watch her be selfish and get hers. We would most of the time be looking at each other’s bodies and from time to time meeting eyes, but she had her eyes closed mostly, and when she did open them she was just looking down at her pussy surrounding my cock. After a minute or two she pulled her feet up and placed them on either side of me and sat on my cock. I could feel that I was filling her completely and she closed her. He stepped into the garment and began pulling itup. About halfway it got very tight and he could not bring it anyfurther. It was stuck around his curvy hips. "What the heck? I gottawork out some more." He pulled the garment down and instead lifted itover his head and slipped it down around his body. It fell just belowhis knees. "That's better" he thought. He did a little twirl andrelished the air flowing underneath and between his legs.Jessie once again looked in the mirror and beheld something. “What the hell have you done!” I shouted, moving forwards, but another click and I too was overwhelmed by a sense of unbelievable happiness and contentment mingled with, much to my confusion, a heightened sense of sexual desire for the stranger.”“Right, come with me.” The stranger barked, and we docilely complied, moving through the door into what should have been Ella’s office but instead seemed to be another store room full of jumpsuits, shoes and other items. As we walked past, the stranger.