Tying a Cougar (M/F) - more added 11/29

[Lost_the_keys]

I first met Susan about a month ago, shortly after she moved into our apartment complex. She was almost twice my age (being in her early 50s), but was still quite fit and attractive. She was a curvy 5’5”, had dirty blonde shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes, a c-cup chest and toned body. I loved Susan’s toned, athletic legs the most.

Susan was divorced and had recently moved to town to take a new work position at the corporate headquarters. I would usually see her every morning as she left for work (the same time as me). We would chat a bit as we headed down a few flights of stairs together to the underground parking garage as I discretely enjoyed the view of her incredible legs in her pantyhose and heels.

Susan always dressed professionally for work, wearig nice skirts and tops almost every day with the occasional pants suit. I don’t think there was a day that Susan didn’t have a nice pair of pantyhose and heels with her outfit. (Having a nylon fetish, I loved seeing her in them everyday.) I would always compliment her on how nice she looked, bringing a big smile to her face.

In the evenings I would often see Susan again, heading down to get her mail, still in her work attire but without her heels as she walked past the workout room toward the main entrance (and mail boxes). I loved those days when I would see her cute little pantyhose clad feet walking down the hall. Susan would always give a wave and smile as she strolled by or even poked her head inside to chat for a few minutes. It was a challenge not to stare at her legs when she stayed to chat.

On one of the occasions Susan stopped to chat, I was almost certain she had subtle rope marks around her ankles as well as on her legs above and below her knees. Thoughts of some snug ropes having just had her sexy legs bound in her shiny tan pantyhose filled my head as we chatted. I wasn’t sure, but Susan had to have caught me looking at them. By this point, she had caught me checking her out each moring and seemed to like it.

The next morning, Susan had a new pair of heels and sheer black pantyhose with the seam up the back of them with her usual skit and blouse. Of course I took the opportunity to stare and compliment her new shoes and stockings.

“Thank you Jon. I just hope my feet survive in them today.”

“You just need a good foot massage to fix that.” I flirted.

“Mmmmm, god would that be nice! You offering?” She flirted back with a sly grin.

“Maybe…” I replied as we went our separate ways to our vehicles.

That night, I went down and began my daily workout after getting home from work, wondering if and when I’d see Susan. It wasn’t long and she made her usual treck to get her mail, stopping off to see me afterward. As usual, her heels long gone by this point.

“Well, looks like you survived the day.” I praised, motioning toward her feet.

Coming closer and standing beside me as I sat on the bench press bench, wiggling her dark red painted toes inside her nylons, “I survived, but wouldn’t mind that foot massage if you’re still offering.”

Giving her a smile, “I’m sure I could help with that.”

As I looked down at her legs, once again there appeared to be visible rope marks around both ankles and on her legs above and below her knees just like the previous evening.

“You have no idea how much I would appreciate that! Come over when you’re done working out?” She energetically suggested.

“I’m about done here, see you in a few minutes?” I offered.

“Perfect! See you in a few.”

I finished my last few sets and hurried to get changed.

Susan eagerly answered the door, welcoming me in and leading me to the living room.

Motioning for me to have a seat on the couch, “Can I get you a drink? Beer?” She offered, heading toward the kitchen.

“A beer would be great.” I replied as Susan disappeared around the corner into the kitchen.

As I sat waiting for her to return, I noticed a piece of white nylon rope laying between the couch and coffee table. Looking over the other side of the couch, there were several pieces of rope piled on the floor beside it.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t have time to pick things up before you got here. There was no way I was going to miss that chance at a foot massage.” Susan explained with a grin as she walked over, sitting beside me on the couch and handing me a beer.

I thanked her for the beer as she set hers down and picked up the rope off the floor in front of the couch, coiled it neatly, and set it on the coffee table.

Before I had a chance to say anything, Susan continued, “I enjoy practicing self bondage each night as soon as I get home from work as a means of stress relief and relaxation following my hectic day. You’ve seen my legs, so no point in trying to hide it.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I assured her with a smile. “I’m a bondage fan myself, just usually with a partner.”

“I wish! I haven’t had anyone tie me up in years, or had the chance to tie anyone else up. Best I can manage is self bondage.”

“Maybe I’ll upgrade your foot massage to a bondage foot massage since you wore such nice nylons today?” I suggested, reaching over and picking up the rope from the table.

Taking full advantage of the opportunity I had presented, Susan quickly turned her back toward me, bringing her wrists together behind it. (I had expected Susan to want her feet tied for her massage and was surprised when she presented her hands to be tied instead.)

Looking seductively back over her shoulder at me, “Think you can keep me tied? I love to try and get out.” She asked with a grin. “It’s not nearly as much fun being tied if you can get yourself free.”

“I usually have to release my “kinky captives” after our fun, so I hope you’ll enjoy staying tied for a while. I guarantee there is NO WAY you are getting out of this before your foot massage is over.”

“Sounds like a challenge!” Susan teased, still holding her wrists behind her back.

“I could definitely make it one.” I replied, pointing to the other ropes on the floor beside the couch.

“Challenge accepted!” Susan eagerly agreed. “I have more if you need them.”

“DeaI.” I agreed.

“We’ll see if you’re all talk.” She taunted.

“Not if I blindfold you as well.” I playfully threatened.

“I’m sure you could find something to use in my top dresser drawer. Not like I could stop you, unless I’m already out of your tying work by time you select something and return.”

I began to wrap the thin braided white nylon rope around and between Susan’s crossed wrists as she held them in place for me. Stopping to tie a few snug knots out of reach of her fingers, I continued wrapping.

Susan was giving me her full cooperation as I tied her hands, loving the growing loss of control with each wrap of the rope and snug knot along the way.

After the last few knots were secure I asked, “How does that feel? Everything you had hoped for?”

Susan twisted her wrists in the snug ropes, pulling and straining against them, her fingertips just able to touch the knots, but not reach enough to untie anything, her hands unable to slip free.

“I love it! This might be a challenge after all . I hope you’re not done, there’s a lot of rope left.”

Reaching around Susan, I took the remaining rope ends from her hands, brought them around her waist and tied them off securely in front of her, pinning her wrists in the small of her back, placing the ends of the rope hopelessly out of reach in front of here.

“I’m just getting started.” I assured Susan as I got up and gathered the collection of ropes off the floor from beside the couch. “How many of these did you use earlier?”

“A lot of them.” She admitted with a smile, turning back toward me and extending her legs out across my lap as I sat back down beside her, her wrists still twisting and turning behind her in the ropes.

“Since you do this every day, I should have had you demonstrate those expert tying skills before I tied your hands.”

“Sure, I’d love to do that sometime, but it’s so much better when someone does it to you. Besides, what sort of challenge would it be if I tied myself?” She teased. “And… I can’t give away all my secrets before you face the same challenge as me.”

“Same challenge as you?” I questioned with a grin as I began wrapping the rope around Susan’s ankles. “Thought my challenge was to keep you tied?”

“It is, but since you had the opportunity to tie me up anyway you like, don’t I get to do the same?”

“Think you have enough ropes to hold me?” I flirted.

“I’m sure I have more than enough things here to give you a challenge worthy of your skills.” She replied confidently.

I wrapped and cinched between Susans’s ankles, then tied a few snug knots. One of my hands began massaging her now bound feet as the other caressed up and down her toned legs.

“Well, you win your challenge here and you can tie me up however you want.” I agreed.

Wiggling her bound ankles, “i hope you’re not done with me yet?” Susan questioned. “Make it a REALLY good challenge!”

“Not even close! Just taking a break to work on that foot AND leg massage.”

I continued with her foot massage for a few more minutes, loving the feel of her silky pantyhose on her legs and feet as we talked and she worked to (try) and free her hands.

Picking up another rope from beside us on the couch, Susan’s smile widened as I began tying her legs below her knees, cinching between them and securely tying off before taking another rope and tying above her knees as well.

“Look familiar?” I teased, referencing her earlier self bondage.

Wiggling her bound legs as I resumed her foot massage, “Yes it does, but it’s so much kinkier having someone else doing the tying.”

“I do love seeing your sexy legs all tied up like this in your pantyhose.”

“Well, you could stop over and tie me up each day before heading to the gym.” Susan eagerly suggested. “I know you are enjoying this as much as I am.”

“I am enjoying this.” I confessed with a smile.

“If I end up coming down to see you in the gym, you’ll know I finally won my challenge. If you don’t, you’ll have to come release me… at some point.”

“You might be able to convince me to do that.” I flirted, rubbing my hand up her silky leg and thigh.

“I can be VERY convincing.” Susan seductively said as she rubbed her bound feet between my thighs.

Taking yet another rope, I leaned a little closer, lifting her skirt higher and tying around her thighs as well.

“Too bad you didn’t tuck a little toy in your pantyhose before we started, you could have REALLY enjoyed this. I love doing that.”

“I actually do that! Sometimes I need a little more release than just struggling in the ropes. I get off so much more intensely when I’m tied up. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have one ready to go.”

Susan squirmed and pulled helplessly against the ropes as my hands caressed and massages her silky legs and feet.

After another ten minutes of her foot massage, I got up, helping Susan to her feet, an anxious smile on her face.

Taking another of the ropes, I tied a chest harness on Susan, pinning her arms to her sides and highlighting her breasts in her tight blouse as the ropes crossed over her chest.

“I’ll bet you don’t get that with your self bondage?” I teased as I gave a tug and tied the last knot.

“No I don’t, but with you tying me up now, I hope I see this a lot more.”

Leaving Susan standing there, I headed to her bedroom to look for a blindfold. As I opened her top dresser drawer as she had suggested, my jaw about hit the floor!

Susan had an extensive collection of ropes (various lengths, thicknesses and colors), several scarves, a few sleep masks, a few pair of handcuffs, locking leather cuffs (wrist and ankle ones), a few ball gags, a ring gag, some chains and collection of matching padlocks, a roll of duct tape and a few rolls of cloth athletic tape. There were also several pair of assorted pantyhose, tights, thigh high stockings and even a bunch of knee high nylon stockings. Of course, there were a number of different vibes and toys as well.

“See anything you like?” Susan flirted as she shuffled into the bedroom. “All of my good hosiery and lingerie is in the second drawer. The stuff in there is just for bondage or kinky fun.”

“Very nice collection!” I complimented, holding up a pair of sheer black stockings and one of the locking leather cuffs from the drawer with a smile.

Shuffling closer to me, “Told you I have more than enough to tie your cocky ass up and give you one hell of a challenge.”

“I would certainly agree, I love it! It will be fun to see what you do, IF you ever get yourself free that is. Somehow I think I’ll be your captive for as long as you want to keep me that way.”

“YES you will.” She confidently said.

Reaching into the drawer, I grabbed a sleep mask and pair of sheer tan thigh high stockings. Guiding Susan over to her king size bed, I slipped the sleep mask in place on her, then used the two silky stockings to tie around her head over it.

“Ok, now you can REALLY try and get yourself out of this.” I challenged Susan as I had her lay down on her bed.

Rolling from side to side on the bed, Susan playfully struggled in the ropes.

“Damn you’re good at this!” Susan complimented, still straining against the ropes and making no progress.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

“DEFINITELY not! I love it. I enjoy the self bondage, but it’s just not as erotic as the real thing. Knowing you always have the means to release yourself anytime you want to sort of kills some of the excitement of it.”

I sat on the bed beside Susan, my hands resuming her foot and leg massage as she squirmed in the ropes.

“Ready to be released?” I questioned, tugging as her still bound ankles.

“Not even close!” Susan insisted. “Leave me here for a while?” She pleaded.

“Seriously?” I laughed.

“YES!! I’m serious. I need a little time with one of my toys to get off. All this has me far more worked up than I thought it would.”

“Maybe I can help.” I offered.

“Really? Sure! After all, this is all YOUR fault!” She flirted, “Tying me up, foot and leg massages, leaving me to squirm helplessly in your inescapable tying work. How would I not be worked up and horny as hell??”

Swinging Susan’s feet down by the bottom of the bed, I grabbed a rope from the dresser drawer, tied it between her bound ankles and secured it to the footboard of her bed, leaving her bound feet hanging off the bottom of the bed.

“Mmmmmm, I like this.” She said, her feet tugging at the rope.

Reaching over, I gave Susan a firm slap across her ass, her skirt now hiked up and out of the way from her rolling around and squirming on the bed.

Surprised, Susan cried out, then moaned softly. “That was nice, but if you are going to do that, you REALLY need to gag me first.” She cautioned.

“I can handle that.” I replied, getting her red silicon ball gag from the dresser drawer, pushing it into her welcoming mouth and buckling it securely in place.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Susan cried out through the gag, then moaned and nodded her approval as my hand caressed over her red ass cheeks.

Going to her dresser, I looked at her collection of vibes. As I was about to select one, I saw she had a wand buried under her pile of old hosiery items and grabbed it.

I plugged the long cord in and laid down on the bed beside Susan. Kissing the back of her neck, “You don’t get released until I get you off, as many times as I want.” I whispered in her ear as I pressed the wand against her. She nodded her head, understanding what she had got herself into.

As I switched the wand on, Susan immediately strained against the ropes as the powerful vibrations surged through her. I moved it around a bit as I kissed her neck, but the wand was doing its job quite effectively.

“This is so hot watching you get this worked up.” I whispered in her ear as the wand continued its work.

Susan nodded and began to moan softly through the ball gag, her bound hands furiously grasping at my hard cock through my shorts as I laid beside her.

“You get yourself free yet?” I taunted as she vigorously shook her head “NO”.

“You left your ropes out on purpose tonight hoping it might lead to something like this didn’t you??” I playfully interrogated.

Vigorously shaking her head in agreement, Susan moaned loudly through the gag as the wand brought her to a powerful climax. I held it in place, prolonging her orgasim, then quickly building her into a second a few minutes later.

Giving Susan a break, I turned off the wand and set it beside her. My hand starting to lightly rub her spot through her sheer pantyhose.

Susan grabbed my cock with her bound hands again, pulling it out of my shorts and stroking it as I slipped my hand inside her pantyhose, my fingertips rubbing around and over her spot.

My hand continued teasing Susan as she squirmed helplessly in the ropes until I got her off again.

Reaching over, I picked up the wand and drove Susan to climax one last time before turning it off.

“All this extra time and you’re still mot free?” I taunted as I unbuckled the ball gag and removed her blindfold.

“I was distracted.” Susan stated, then laughed. “If this is how we are going to play our bondage games, they YOU will be distracted as well.”

“Well, IF you ever get me tied up, I guess I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Not at all.” Susan replied with big smile.

“I figured as much. Anyone with a toy collection like that must have a few tricks up her sleeve. Besides, I’m a sucker for a sexy woman in nylons, but you already figured that one out and have been using it against me.”

“Yes I did, and yes I have been, and yes I will continue to.” She flirted.

“Deal.” I replied with a laugh, caressing a hand down her silky bound legs.

I began untying the chest harness and freeing Susan’s bound hands.

“You did an outstanding job at that, I don’t think I would have got out no matter how much time I had.” She complimented. “Even with no distractions.”

“Now what fun would that be?? Just tied without any distractions.” I teased.

“DEFINITELY not as much fun as with them!”

My hand rubbed up Susan’s thighs, releasing the snug rope around them, then working lower to release the ropes around her legs above and below her knees, leaving her ankles bound and still tied to the footboard.

“What a shame, having to untie those cute nylon covered feet.”

“Don’t you dare untie them!” Susan demanded.

“Or what?” I questioned with a grin, reaching over, pinning Susan’s legs down and untying her ankles.

“That’s it! Now you’re in trouble!” Susan playfully scolded as she pushed me over on the bed, rolling me onto my back and quickly straddling me. “Now you’re mine!”

“You think so?” I playfully challenged.

“DEFINITELY!! You tied me and got me off… repeatedly… now I am going tie you and return the favor.” Susan explained, a look of commitment and determination on her face.

“You have the time for this tonight? Or do we need to delay the inevitable until tomorrow?” Susan optimistically questioned, holding up one of the ropes with a big grin on her face, playfully rubbing her silky feet on the sides of my legs as she straddled me. “Either way, I’m tying YOU up next!”

“So this is what happens when I give you a foot massage?? You tie me up?” I flirted, looking up at her, my hands rubbing over her nylon clad legs.

“Yes, at least after you release me anyway. I don’t think It’ll be getting out of any of your tying.”

“Well, keep wearing those sexy nylons for me and you can tie me up however you like.” I agreed.

Her smile widened as she dropped the rope on my chest and pickup up the sleep mask and tan stockings I had blindfolded her with. Wasting no time, Susan slipped the sleep mask on me, then pulled each of the stockings completely down over my head as a nylon hood.

“Impress me with YOUR tying!” I challenged Susan.

Leaning closer, she rubbed her hand along my now nylon covered face and kissed me, “You have no idea…”

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Continuation will be posted under “Tied by the Cougar (F/M)”

[Mister The Edge]

Love it! But just post the continuation here.

[Lost_the_keys]

Love it! But just post the continuation here.

Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for taking the tine to comment.

As for posting here, it seems people are usually into M/F or F/M and complain if you put both in the same story.

[Mister The Edge]

Love it! But just post the continuation here.

Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for taking the tine to comment.

As for posting here, it seems people are usually into M/F or F/M and complain if you put both in the same story.

Seriously? Well, whatever.

[LunaDog]

Good to see you back, and in such good form too!

As for which way round the bondage occurs, from my point of view i don't mind whichever way provided the tale is well told. As it IS here.

[latin-self-bound]

Beautiful story!! Regardless of the tastes of each one, this story is a big fantasy of many bondage enthusiasts. And you are narrating it very well, with good dialogs and descriptions. I hope to read the next parts soon.

[Lost_the_keys]

Good to see you back, and in such good form too!

As for which way round the bondage occurs, from my point of view i don't mind whichever way provided the tale is well told. As it IS here.

Thanks, I appreciate the comment.

[Lost_the_keys]

Beautiful story!! Regardless of the tastes of each one, this story is a big fantasy of many bondage enthusiasts. And you are narrating it very well, with good dialogs and descriptions. I hope to read the next parts soon.

Thanks! Free time is at a premium, but slowly working on both lines of the continuation… (F/M and M/F).

[Lost_the_keys]

Beautiful story!! Regardless of the tastes of each one, this story is a big fantasy of many bondage enthusiasts. And you are narrating it very well, with good dialogs and descriptions. I hope to read the next parts soon.

Thanks! Free time is at a premium, but slowly working on both lines of the continuation… (F/M and M/F).

[Lost_the_keys]

The next day:

As usual, I met Susan as she headed to the parking garage on the way to work.

“Still coming over to tie me up tonight?” She confidently asked as she hiked her long skirt higher up her calf, showing off her shiny dark tan pantyhose. “I would hate to have to do it myself again.”

“Such a tease!” I replied, “Of course I’ll stop by and tie you up. Am I going to have to release you again?”

“God I hope so!” Susan eagerly replied.

“Text me, I’ll be ready when you get home.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it all day.” Susan replied with a smile as we parted ways, headed to our vehicles.

Thoughts of our bondage games the previous evening filled my mind throughout the day as Susan and I exchanged texts with ideas and chatted about our various kinks, fetishes and bondage experiences.

After getting home, I got changed for my workout and waited for a text from Susan letting me know she was home. I didn’t have to wait long!

Heading down the hall, Susan was waiting at the door with a huge grin on her face.

“Excited?” I asked.

“You have no idea!” She replied as we stepped inside.

Susan was still dressed in her work attire… a chest hugging sweater, long tan skirt, and shiny dark tan pantyhose, her tan ankle boots she had on earlier now gone from her ensemble.

“Any requests? Couch? Floor? Bed? Chair? Standing?” I asked as I closed the door behind us.

“You’re tying me, so your choice.” She replied with a smile. “Skirt or no skirt?”

“You are the one getting tied, so your choice.” I replied with a grin, both of us knowing what her response would be as she playfully tugged at the waist of it.

Without hesitation, Susan’s smile widened as her skirt fell to the floor around her ankles. Stepping out of it, she pulled off her sweater, standing before me in only her shiny pantyhose and bra.

“Lets go!” I instructed and motioned toward her bedroom.

“Yes Sir!” She replied, excitedly hurrying to her bedroom as I followed.

As I walked in behind her, Susan removed her bra, seductively dropping it to the floor.

“You trying to turn this into a full body massage tonight?” I teased.

“Is it working?”

“Yes”

“Thought it might.” She teased.

Going to Susan’s dresser, I opened her top drawer, her smile widening in anticipation as she sat on the bed.

Selecting her set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, I tossed them on the bed beside her, “These look like fun.”

Picking up one of the ankle cuffs and starting to unbuckle the robust leather strap on it, “They are indeed!”

Susan handed me the unbuckled cuff as I set the brass padlocks beside her. Taking the cuff and sliding her legs across my lap as I sat beside her. I buckled it snugly in place around her right ankle, locking it in place with one of the padlocks as she unbuckled the second ankle cuff, handing it to me as well. Taking a minute to massage her feet in her silky pantyhose, I buckled and locked the second cuff around Susan’s left ankle.

“I don’t think you’ll be slipping out of these before I get back.” I teased, taking a wrist cuff from Susan and bucking it around her left wrist, locking it snugly in place.

“Definitely not. That’s why I love them.” She explained, “We can try them on you sometime, you’ll love them. I think you’ll stay put until I’m done with you.”

Buckling and locking the final cuff on Susan’s right wrist, “Somehow I think you’re not going to be in a hurry to let me out.”

“ABSOLUTELY not!” She flirted with her sensual grin.

I caressed my hand down Susan’s silky legs one last time and lifted them off my lap as I got up, getting four ropes from her dresser drawer.

“Lay down, arms and legs spread eagle.” I directed as Susan smiled and quickly complied with my instructions.

Starting with her right wrist, I tied the middle of a rope to the metal “D” ring on the leather cuff. Running the ends of the rope over and off the mattress, securely tying them to the sturdy leg of the bed frame.

Moving around the bed as Susan tugged against the cuff, I tied her left wrist in the same manner, fully extending her arms above her head toward the corners of the bed.

“You look pretty good tied like this.” I complimented as I looped a rope through the “D” ring on her left ankle cuff. Straightening her leg toward the bottom corner of the bed, I give a pull on it, leaving her fully outstretched in the middle of her king size bed. Kneeling down, I secured the rope ends to the bed frame leg at the bottom of the bed.

My hands caressed a bit up Susan’s left leg, then down her right as I attached the rope, stretched her out and tied the rope off, hopelessly out of her reach.

Stepping back, I admired my work as Susan playfully strained helplessly against her restraints.

“You’ll have to show me how you did this yourself sometime.” I suggested.

“That would be fun.” Susan agreed, still pulling against the ropes. “Would that turn you on? Watching me tie myself up like this?”

“Hell yes!”

“Good!” She replied with a naughty grin. “Maybe I’ll tie you to a chair first and let you watch.”

“I have no doubt you could seduce me into the ropes for that.”

“Neither do I.” She confidently added.

Going to her dresser, I held up her red silicon ball gag as she smiled and licked her lips.

Straddling Susan’s bound body on the bed, “What time do I have to let you out by tomorrow morning so you can get ready for work??” I teased.

“Neither of us would get to work if that happens.” She playfully threatened.

Pressing the ball gag into Susan’s mouth and buckling it snugly in place, “Not like you’re in a position to say much about it!”

Susan’s eyes widened as she strained helplessly against the ropes.

Leaning down, I began to tease her hard nipples with my lips and tongue as my hands groped her breasts. Susan squirmed more and continued to strain against the strict tie I had placed her in, both of us knowing she was there now until I decided to release her.

Reaching back, my hands caressed over her silky nylon clad legs. I moved myself lower on the bed, kissing down her stomach, tugging at the top of her shiny dark tan pantyhose with my teeth, then started to pleasure her through them. Susan moaned through her gag as she pulled vigorously on the ropes.

I took my time and got Susan worked up before stopping, “Time for my workout.”

Susan strained and pulled against the ropes, unable to do much more than squirm helplessly as she laid there.

“More fun when you can’t get yourself out?” I asked.

Susan nodded vigorously as she pulled against the tight ropes and mumbled her agreement through the ball gag.

“We’ll see!” I teased.

Going to her dresser, I selected a vibe from her drawer. Susan’s eyes widened as I slipped it inside her pantyhose, positioning it perfectly. With a click, it sprang to life as I turned it on, buzzing away as Susan instantly reacted to it.

“See you in the morning” I teased as I headed out.

[Lost_the_keys]

Love it! But just post the continuation here.

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[Caesar73]

Very sexy! Well done!

[hunt407]

Excellent story!

[f106mec]

Very entertaining story!!!!!!

[TightsBound]

Loving this one! It’s hard to hate liberal mentions of pantyhose. Looking forward to more!

[Lost_the_keys]

Very sexy! Well done!

Thanks, I appreciate the comment.

[Lost_the_keys]

Excellent story!

Thanks!

[Lost_the_keys]

Very entertaining story!!!!!!

Thanks, more on the way…

[Lost_the_keys]

Loving this one! It’s hard to hate liberal mentions of pantyhose. Looking forward to more!

Thanks, all of the continuations will have pantyhose…

[Amberbound]

I suddenly have the urge to buy more pantyhose. I can’t put my finger on why though

[Lost_the_keys]

I suddenly have the urge to buy more pantyhose. I can’t put my finger on why though

You buy more pantyhose, I’ll buy more rope!

[LunaDog]

Could be a long night for Susan! Great continuation.