Look at the way Natalie carefully slides on her Cuban-heeled seamed stockings. She is careful not to tear them or cause a run because she wants to look perfect; she is your goddess, after all. Do you like what you see? Will you worship her, footboy? Will you fall to your knees before her and bow your head down to her feet, silently begging her to allow you to touch her perfect French-manicured toes? Will your balls ache, heavy with the pressure of your passion when she denies you with a dismissive wave of her hand and continues to dress? Don't you want to follow those seams all the way up the length of her calf, past her knees to the soft flesh of her thighs? Yes, you do.
"I know your cock is hard and confined in your pants, but you better not even think of touching it," she tells you with a sneer. "I'm putting on a show for you and I don't want you cumming yet. Not one sticky drop! I think that by now, we both know the rules, and they clearly put me in charge."
