“And I like that very much.” She looked back up to my face again. “But we are alike.” The weight was back in her eyes. She meant something imp...rtant.I racked my brain, trying to think of what she could possibly mean, but because I didn’t know her very well, it didn’t take long to come up with the same conclusion as before: nothing. Nevertheless, her hand was distracting. I looked up at her. She was sitting on one hip with her feet tucked under the other, and her eyes roved up and down my. This only brought more tickling, lasting longer. She gritted her teeth, determined to avoid crying out after suffering a mere tickle onslaught. Panties King showed no sign of relenting and tickled yet again. Batgirl felt tears forming in her eyes. She tried to convince herself that this was her body reacting to the final trace of mace, but she knew this was false. She flung her head up and blinked away the tears before looking at Panties King once more. He had a really evil grin on his face as. Sometimes while she would be hanging clothes to dry and when she stood on her toes, her navel and hips would become visible. I was plotting how to get her to bed. Then I came across a story in which a guy had placed a spy can in a lady’s bathroom and blackmailed her that if she didn’t agree, he would post the video online. I thought if doing a similar thing but instead of bathroom I chose her bedroom. I placed a button camera in one of her husband’s shirts and started watching the video. I felt them, and they weren't as easy as that first day, but they were much nicer than the second day. I decided to go big with the nurse. Making a 'metabolism' switch, I flipped it feeling some resistance, but it moved. I moved another switch to restore her hair color from grey to... Well, to be honest, I really didn't know what her natural color was, and thought she might look good as a redhead. I turned on the elasticity to her skin, hoping to get rid of her wrinkles, and even tried to flip.