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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
danced back and forth some more and then reached for my bra. A tease. I nodded my finger back and forth as if to say, "no no." I returned to my dance, shaking my breasts. My g****fruits felt like watermelons today. I went for my bra again. Another tease. Instead, I reached down and pulled off my garter belt. I tossed that to another section of the audience. They went wild. I could tell the guys were rushing the stage, but I didn't want to look down. I placed my leg up on the chair sitting on stage with me. Slowly I rolled my stocking down to my ankle. With these sandals though, I couldn't roll it beneath the ankle straps. So I pulled the stocking back up my leg. Another tease. I switched feet on the chair. This time I skillfully undid the shoe's buckle as my other hand distracted the boys' attention around my nipple. Again I rolled the stocking down. As it neared my shoe, I pulled my foot out of the shoe and pulled off the stocking. In one fluid motion, I stuck my foot back into the shoe and redid the buckle. Then I took the stocking and bent down to the closest guy. I ran the stocking through his hair and walked away to remove the other. Soon the only thing left I could remove was my bra. This was a moment I dreaded very much. I don't mind wearing women's clothes. You kind of get used to that. And, as a consequence, you know that guys will stare at your body. I don't mind that either. In fact, it's almost flattering. But to have a room of d***ken men look beneath ...