(Part 3) It is Friday night, and you are going out dancing with female co-workers to celebrate end of conference and call me over again. You are getting ready and wearing just a sexy bra and panties. "You've been a very good boy pampering my feet all week, so as a treat, I will let you watch me get dressed before I go out." You try on hold-up stockings, a short tight dress and high heels, but decide to change the stockings for sheer pantyhose (maybe a brown or black pair). You talk about how amazingly soft, smooth, and silky the hose feel on your bottom, legs, and feet, and the nylon against your skin makes you feel so hot. You then finish your makeup by applying lots of shiny red lipstick and tell me I must be ready to pamper your feet when you return. "You will get to worship/taste/smell my sexy nylon feet after I've been dancing in these sheer pantyhose and heels, for hours and hours in a very hot club. And you will suck all the fucking sweat out of my nylons." (to be cont.)