Quietly, I undo the waistband of my skirt and let it slide down over my sheer black stockings. My delicate lace panties follow, but the damp garment g...ts tangled around my pumps, an unnecessary irritation. Luckily, the thick carpet absorbs the sound my high heels make, but because you are totally involved in what you’re doing, you probably don't hear me anyway. Your arm is moving quicker now, and the sound of your heavy breathing fills the room. Standing silently behind you, secretly watching. . honest with me about how she really feels. I mean, she was really upbeat about it, but it just sounded so phony coming from her. Then when I questioned her about it again, she came across like she was just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. I don't get it. Is everything all right?" To tell you the truth Denise, I don't know," replied Staci calmly, "I don't know that there is anything wrong, but if it will make you feel better... Look why don't you come over in an hour or so. By. I looked down. I had breasts. Encased in the most elaborate gown I hadever seen. Blood red satin, strapless, with a skirt that was at least 6feet in diameter.I looked behind me. My hair was pin straight and if I'd been naked itwould easily covered my arse. The train of the skirt must have been 12feet long. I wanted to run away but between the dress and the heels, Idoubt it would have been possible. I couldn't bring myself to look atNatalie."So here's how this is going to work," the devil. “No, we’re going to another shop, one that Charles has recommended.”“Oh yes, what does it sell?”“Holes.”“What, I don’t understand.”Thirty seconds later we stopped outside a little shop.“We’re here.”“This, this shop does piercing; are we?”“Yes Riley, we’re getting our nipples pierced.”“Oh, okay then.”We went in and were met by a middle-aged man who has lots of tattoos that he obviously liked to show because he was wearing a string vest. When I told him that Charles had sent us he smiled,.