He has on blue jeans, nothing fancy, though they fit his shape perfectly. He is pale and tall - really tall - or maybe that's just my perspective. His... hair is dark blond; it is longer than most men would wear their hair, shaggy, but not messy. He is skinny, from what I can tell. I see no tattoos or piercings as I scan over him. His blue eyes look at me, almost doing the same as I am to him. "Why me, though? How did you find me? Just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go," I. She attachedthe hanging garters to the stocking tops, her touch agonizing onthe bare tops of my thighs."What size shoes do you take," she asked, and when I told her,she went off to the shoe area, and picked out several pairs ofhigh-heeled shoes. "You'll need about a size or a size and ahalf larger for heels," she said. She slipped my stockinged feetinto a pair of black patent leather high heels, and asked ifthey were comfortable. I could hardly speak, as my feet werecaressed and shaped by the. Did each arm fingers to shoulder, the back, butt, thighs, calf, heel, and feet. I rolled her over, repeated the process. Maybe spending some extra time on her breast.Then told her this ending would make us both happy as my lips and tongue found her moist mound and buried my face into her pelvic region for the best oral pussy massage I was capable of giving. Soon she arched her back, stiffened, sighed and then shook and moaned to a massive, multiple orgasm. I was licking the cum off her thighs,. I have been captivated with Sam for a few months now. She started working at my local café at the start of summer, and nary a day passed where I did not find an excuse to grab a coffee. Sam and I struck up an easy friendship, and over the course of the summer, along with my frequent visits, I think it was safe to say we both found chemistry and an attraction for each other. What made Sam so tantalizing, other than her good looks, poise and self-awareness, was that she was young enough to be my.