You can see right through this blouse. Everyone will see my bra. I'd be too embarrassed." "Irene, I don't want you to wear a bra with this. No panties...either," he said calmly, without emotion. All I could do was look at him in disbelief. Surely, he was not serious. I searched for some grin, some indication that he was joking; that he knew how absurd this request was. But I saw no sign that Oscar was kidding. He seriously wanted to take me out to a bar or club dressed this way, with my nipples. I stood there for a moment, gazing down at my newly found prize, and as I stood I stroked my cock, her green eyes watching my every stroke. My cock throbbed in my hand as I watched her draw her long legs up and slowly, teasingly, let them fall open, revealing the swollen slick pink gash of her sex. “Bra off, Amy.” She smiled up at me, sat up a bit, reached behind herself, unclasped her black lace bra, and tossed it at me. My breathing became suddenly even more irregular at the sight of her. We need to talk.’ Thirty minutes later Sara came off the phone. ‘Did you think you needed to tell that woman everything?’ ‘You didn’t attempt to stop me,’ Sara replied. ‘It’s your project, your have to be given free reign.’ ‘Our conversation was taped. She’ll have it professionally edited over the next four hours — it’s nighttime in their part of the world. Then Eleanor will have the transcript emailed to all 240,000 of their members, post it on the website and alert the media.’ ‘That’s lovely. . or myself. I would have left that or any relationship behind in a heartbeat to be with Lindie.Only a small residual of the hurt June had laid on me at the time she jilted me remained. Back then, when I was already hurting because of her, that Corvette shattered rest of my life. It does take time even for a small remnant of a hurt to heal. After all, it was less than 24 hours since I had made the releasing realization.You see, I'd never thought about it but I was also coming to the realization.