You let your eyes wander up my legs. Starting at my heels, hovering over my calves and then the creases in the latex under my thighs. All the way up to my gloved hands where Iβm holding the hem of my skirt. About to lift it. π You donβt notice the fact Iβm moments away from tripping on the bedsheets or that thereβs a hole in my left stocking! π