.36-B. Let's roll my nylons up your legs now and fasten them to your pretty corset. I see you already shave your legs. You are such a good girl taking... care of these things all by yourself."She gathered the black silky sheer nylons and guided my feet into one and then the other. These were the reinforced heel and toe type of nylons like the girls used to wear way back when I was in school. I remember how I envied the girls back then for being able to wear such dainty and sexy hose. And now I was. That dream set the stage for the events of that afternoon. When Mike came in, she was already in an amorous mood and that, combined with the subtle offer of satisfaction in his smoldering look to whipped up the perfect storm within her as a tidal wave of desire washed over her with such intensity that she was barely able to do her job as fantasies about the pleasurable things they could do for each other swirled in her head. She was so turned on that within half an hour after getting home, she. She cried into his sweaty t-shirt as he sat on the bench beside her, but thankfully ignored his manly odor. She clung to him like a life preserver in a stormy sea. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, and looked cute as a button – ten or more years younger than her actual age of early forties.After a few minutes, Steph pulled away and red-eyed said, “I’m so sorry – I should have never left.”“Why? What happened? Are you all right?”She gasped out, “I’m fine physically, but mentally I’m a high-speed. She lifted her full weight from his nose and mouth only occasionally to give him a few scant breaths before dropping her gelatinous mass back on his eager nose and mouth.Darius moaned in her depths, swabbing his tongue up and down wherever Heather demanded he do so. His neck, sandwiched between the sofa and her crushing flab had no room to move. He could only lick and probe where his demanding Domina let him. His nose ring dragged across her flesh, stinging his healing septum with every lick.