Suddenly she noticed the date. Thursday? No – today was Wednesday, wasn’t it? She thought back. Sunday, she had had a date with Peter. On Monday, ...she went to work as usual, and Max had called to make a date for the next evening – Tuesday. On Monday evening, she had stayed in, to wash her hair, bath, and do her nails. Tuesday was work again, and then an evening with Max. Yes – today was definitely Wednesday! Her mobile phone would confirm it! Emma found the handbag she had used yesterday, placed. As she got dressed for work one morning, she recalled with fondness her own first experience with the leggings' addictive sensations as she absentmindedly ran her hands over the muscular legs and thick thighs that had ultimately resulted from that first interaction. All I need to do is have my potential customers touch the leggings' fabric, and they'll sell themselves. I need my girls out in public, somewhere everyone goes, she thought, looking in the mirror in appreciation at the way her own. Of course I was a master to her, a Daddy, and had been since the day we met. But I was also vulnerable to her, and had been since I first squeezed her exposed little ass in her bikini. With a word, she could destroy my life. She always had that power. Of course I never feared she would betray me, any more than she feared I would abandon her. We had so much invested in each other, and we both knew our love, at least our sexual love, could last only a short while. I thought of this as she. Soon she sat up a bit to get a better view of her self pleasuring. She seemed to glance in my direction while doing so and I thought I noticed a slight smirk on her face. My chest tightened and heart skipped a beat in fear of being seen... but I couldn't move. I was too focused on her. I stroked my cock while fixated on her movements and imagined her pangs of pleasure as those of my own. This went on for a few minutes before she rolled over to the side and reached for her nightstand.Her soft.