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I have been wearing my silky, sheer pantyhose all day long. That means they have been soaking in my divine sweat for hours and hours. They are truly ripe with my perfect aroma. As my little slave boy, it is your job to clean them, and you're going to do it with your slutty little mouth, sucking the sweat and grime out of the nylon. You'll act as the pantyhose pet that I know you are, from my toes, long legs, voluptuous ass and even my most intimate of places. This is not a request. It's an order. Get to work, little man!