<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her words send a delightful shiver through me ... somewhere far away in my brain I recoil in horror …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… watch with fascination as she intentionally puts her stockings askew ... the chiffon skirt floats about her thighs as she moves ... the garter straps stretch and twist ... another shiver …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she points to the floor in front of her and orders me to attend to her stockings ... the watcher within sees me slide off the chair, my denim skirt riding up slightly ... sink to my knees and notice her stilettos for the first time ... my god they must be all of 6 inches! ... I can barely manage 5½ so stay with 5 …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… break out in a sweat ... shrug off my jean jacket, revealing my thin cotton T-shirt ... no bra because the jacket covered ... my nipples are hard! ... my hands tremble as I reach for her stocking ... release the garter tab in front and back ... deep breath ... fingers touch her smooth flesh as they take the top of the stocking and rotate it ... then tug it up slightly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“It, um, this feels, this feels so, so um, so delicious! You have lovely legs, um, doc, um, lovely legs, Mistress!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… there! ... there I said it ... torn from deep inside me ... not as deep as the watcher who seems to recoil with the word ... recede farther ... recede to safety ... carefully reach inside the front of her stocking to replace the front garter tab ... shuffle on my knees to her side and do the same with the back ... oh my! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Mistress? Um, may I tighten your garter straps? They, um, they need tightening!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the thought of reaching even farther up under her skirt has me blushing …</em></span></span><br/>