His thumb finds my clit, and he presses against it, my breathing uneven and filled with whimpers. His fingers thrust inside of me, and my body tighten...s in response. I can feel him grin, and his clutch on my hair grows firm. His dick grows firm against my leg inside his jeans as his fingers slide in and out of my tight pussy. His thumb presses harder against my clit, flicking over it, making me tremble. My moaning grows louder, and my body shudders, anticipating orgasm.His fingers slide out of. I decided not to make a scene and sat back down and promptly fell asleep. I jerked myself awake and looked at my watch. An hour had passed. I asked the door guy where the bathroom was. He said its down the hall but I might want to just go outside or maybe just head home and they'd drop Angie off in the morning. He said she had had too much partying and was out for the count in a small guest room down the hall. I played it cool and said id just use the bathroom. "suit yourself. She winced as the pointy rocks poked her soft soles. A few rocks sticking to her soles made her knees shake but she didn't stop or look down. She moaned out softly trying to hide the obvious pain it caused. She finally reached the sidewalk again. She asked how she did and I said it was great. I asked her to describe the sensation. She said “it was hard, it felt like thousands of pointy rocks jamming into my soles and between my toes. A few poked hard at my arches and stuck to my heels. . I fastened the suspenders onto it. Then the same with the other leg and the other stocking. I looked down at myself and saw my long shapely legs encased in nylon, with my erection reaching up proudly to the suspender belt itself. Jonathan was beaming broadly, a massive bulge in his trousers.Time for the panties. I held them up close to me, working out which way round they went so that I could step into them. As I go them into the correct shape I could see that the crotch was filthy and still.