As she carefully cut into the crotch of my white tights and then pulled my hardening cock through the hole, I wondered why I had agreed to this. Then, as she stood up and did a one-and-a-half-turn pirouette followed by a bend to touch her toes, I remembered. The back of her tutu was sticking up, and the hole in her gusset framed her glistening pussy. "I'm ready for you, Mr Valentino," she said. "I thought it was Valentine...