He was desperate to worship her legs

Jim panted slightly while Desiree exerted her dominance over him.  She knew he couldn’t resist her and she smirked while looking down at him.  She flexed her ruby painted toes and Jim was fixated on the calf the shimmery sheer Wolford stockings contained.   What was happening was far beyond any leg worship fantasy he could ever conjure.  The reality of her firm sculptural leg against his cheek was much more intense.

She was the perfect leg Mistress

Desiree stepped back from Jim’s desperate, clinging grasp.  He was kneeling at her feet dumbfounded.  “Why don’t you just crawl over here, I want you to show me how much you love them,” she said in a sultry soft tone.   Jim obeyed walking on all fours like an eager pet ready to do whatever she asked.  Desiree delicately extended her leg and rested her foot on his lap.  Jim’s hands worked up and down the length of her legs and feet.

 Desiree took full advantage of his weakness

Jim heavily panted and his hands worked up and down the lengths of her gorgeous legs.  “You sound like a dog,” she laughed.  Jim’s hard on was excruciating now.  “You crawl like a dog, you breathe like one……….why don’t you hump my leg like one Jim,” she smirked.  “Kneel in front of me and pull your pants down,” Desiree commanded. “Hump it,” she instructed.  She patted Jim’s head and she laughed at him.  He rubbed his pulsing cock against her soft, silken leg.

 Jim lost all his dignity and started to hump her leg

Jim cried out and came hard.  Desiree looked down at him with a satisfied smile and handed him some tissues.  “You better clean my leg off Jim I have a date,” she said directly.  Jim fumbled dizzily to clean off her sheer Wolfords.  “Maybe next I’ll have you put it between my calves, if you’re lucky,” she smirked.  She left him with an erotic rush that kept him busy into the early morning hours.  In fact he may have even put a runner in one of his stockings :P.