I'll bet you didn't expect me to bring you home after we met in that bar, did you? But, lucky for you, I know your type. I noticed your little fetish immediately. You weren't staring at my lovely breasts, or my beautiful ass, or my long legs. You were gazing longingly at my shining, soft pantyhose. You're hard now just looking at them, aren't you? You're so, so easy, little man. Little do you know how dangerous these pantyhose are! I'm sure you'd love them wrapped around you, wouldn't you? Now that I have you all roped up, I think it's perfectly safe to tell you my true plan: your wife hired me to end you. She knows you're a filthy cheater. And I've decided to use the pantyhose-clad thighs that you love so much to do you in...