"It's just what itsounds like," she said, sadly. "The mannequin has to be secured on apole attached to a stable base." OK," I said. "How is the pole f...ixed to the mannequin?" It's screwed in," she said, "to a depth of no less than three inches.For stability. We're buggered... buggered... unless-"Bridie stood up quickly. "I've had an idea," she said. There was anewly determined look in her eyes. "Wait here. I won't be long."Bridie returned ten minutes later. She was carrying a two-foot longmetal. They were Hanes ultra sheer RHT in the shade quicksilver. (Only once I was older did I actually know the name of the shade.) I was so excited to be holding the stockings. I quickly kicked off my shoes and pulled my socks and pants off. I wanted to give the stockings a thorough inspection as I was so curious about them. I looked them over from the top of the welt where Hanes was screen printed on them, down the length of the stocking to the reinforced heal, then the foot and finally reinforced. Even Blue Boy was fairly detailed. He was also positioned in a way that covered nothing.Linda gave a brief half smile, then gestured to Victoria to follow her. They quickly made their way to her office, where they could talk."That last panel was more than I expected," she began. She had to wait a moment, as her friend let out a long suppressed laugh."I thought they captured that blush rather well." Along with altogether too much else. Oh, well. Done is done. And they seem to be doing what I. Roberta gasped, and her body jerked. Someone seized her hips, holding her in a vise-like grip. Another hand caressed her backside, probing and squeezing, as if testing her flesh for just the right spot. She trembled, her fingers curling into the carpet."You do not even remember your place right away." Ung!" Roberta croaked as the unseen hand slapped her ass hard. She uttered the same sound two more times before she corrected herself. Nevertheless, she had to bite her lip to silence herself as.