As he calmed down, he debated foregoing the bra entirely and justwearing the dress. However, the playful wobbling of his tits gave himpause. It would ...e bad enough to be seen like this in front of otherpeople without also having his boobs jiggling around unrestrained infront of him. But what REALLY irritated him was knowing that womeneverywhere seemingly did this all the time effortlessly. He hated thatbra and he hated his tits, but he couldn't believe that he apparentlycouldn't do something. Let me consult Merlin."****So the king went to the magician, and outlined his dilemma, and thensaid, "So, what can I do?" I do have an alternative, if the woman is willing, your majesty." Well, what is it?" I had recently finished making a very special suit of armor, the wearerwould be nearly invulnerable to all known weapons." So why not give it to me?" Because there is ... a problem. The wearer could never take it off. Theywould never sleep, never eat, and never show their face to the. He shivered, his teeth biting into the pillow, as he felt her hot tongue trace lingering strokes up his spine. With every languorous lick, she would return to the point of origin, pucker her pink shining lips, and blow coldly along the wet streaks. He lay spread-eagled and face down, with his wrists and ankles tied by black silk to each corner of the iron bedstead. By the time she had reached his neck and was licking and blowing the inner edges of his ear, he was shaking and trying to grind. "And it'd hurt, too! That's why we use special nail polish to protect them. It galvanizes our nails."Oliver rolled his eyes at that one, "Oh, brother." Then, looking at the pretty sorry excuse of a wo/man, said, "Do you give yourself pedicures, too!?!"Alf was offended, "Of course not. I told you I wear steel-toed shoes."Despite himself, Oliver saw the logic, "Okay! I apologize: You don't have a manicure to make yourself look (brrr!) even more feminine."Lisa Douglas said, "How would you like to.