She surveyed her already ruined stockings. Now that it was just her and the proprietor, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose off, balancing... first on one foot and then the other. She staggered slightly as she did and the other woman immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steadied her."Thanks," Sally smiled. "Maybe I'm not as gymnastic as I think I am." Oh, I'm sure you are," came the reply. The other woman held out her hand. "I'm Leslie and this is my store." I'm Sally.". He was a good looking guy I have to say, short blond hair about 5,8 and slim built.He decided he liked what he saw and wanted to stay, we chatted about his likes and dislikes sexually. We discussed what I was looking for and what was allowed, disallowed. I told him I didn't really have any Taboos, just no blood or toilet stuff and anal with a condom. I told him also I do not mind him being a little rough as it turns me on.We got quickly down to business, we stood up and he pulled me close to. Helens voice joined in, “It is a good size, I’ve seen it but he knows how to use it to and how to get a girl ready for it!”“How the fuck do you know?” I laughed“Claire showed me pics, and told me you’d lick her for ages and not just her pussy either! Sounds like you two were a right couple of dirty bastards when you were married,” Helen laughedI was shocked. Claire and I often sent each other naked pics when we were horny whilst married but it was the thought that she’d told her friends about. So imagine the time that it would take - to get the ropes so artistically over and around you body -- think about being blind folded and my hands and the rope as they together move over your body -- the rope staying there -- you feel the pressure of it -- little by little you can relax your body - and still you will not move -- the rope bind you -- till you are completely tied -- it is a peace of living art - you are that art -- now like any other artist I would want to admire my art. Do you.