I overheard mom talking to one of her girlfriends over a glass of wine in the kitchen during one of her many social gatherings. She was lamenting the ...decline of women wearing hosiery.“Bare legs do not look professional,” Bethany espoused to her friend.“And some of those pale, scabby limbs need all the help they can get,” her friend replied, gushing on Bethany's every word.“Now that Kate Middleton and Meghan Markle have made pantyhose and sheer tights popular again; the trend towards ladies. " Wendy blinked, body pulling away just a touch. Gary caressed her back. "I'm not blind. I know ... I know that bastard did something to her. With her, beyond what we saw. Something that may need the skill of someone like you to fix. And, I'm glad. She seems, well, better. Happier. You ... you ARE fixing her, Wendy?"Those eyes regarded him for awhile. He tried to read something into them. For the first time, he couldn't. They were alien eyes. The eyes of a witch."I am helping her, Gary. Helping. The last thing you need is to catch a cold.”“Agreed,” I said heartily. “Well, hopefully I’ll get some company to keep me occupied this evening.”“Yeah, I wanted to ask about that. Your popularity seems to have dropped off sharply. I haven’t seen anyone in to visit you all day. I know you said that there were things going on today, but you went from having eight or nine people around in shifts to having all day to yourself.” She looked concerned. “Is everything okay?”“I think the girls are. I started to stroke my cock. Now I licked her buttplug and slightly bit her buttcheeks. I went to the kitchen and poured some wine for both of us. She looked slutty with that buttplug, stocking, and heels.Now, she went to the room and got a dildo too. She with her legs wide and wine on the one hand and playing with her pussy using a dildo on her other. I could see her buttplug too. She kissed me. I took her dildo and started to insert it in her pussy. She kept her wine on the table and started.