I was shaking, I was so nervous but also so desperate to see the soles of Sophie's feet. I just knew they would be adorable. You could tell she was ti...ed by the fact she had fallen asleep with her shoes on even though she had her PJS on she must have worn her shoes for when she was in the kitchen so that her feet didnt get dirty. If I got caught doing this I could make it seem like I was being nice in removing her shoes. Easy. I was at her shoes, she was wearing blue shoes (A sort of jeans. My nipples are rubbery and erect—naturally—they need no stimulation—although it does feel good when I stroke them.She began almost unconsciously stroking her breasts and nipples, pinching and squeezing the nubs."Ooh ah," she breathed out. This can't be a sin, she thought. I'm just stroking a little. Nothing wrong with that.She began rubbing her titties and her nipples, breathing hard at the sensation that stabbed through her body. Ah, it feels so good, she thought. This cannot be a sin. It. You're better than that. If you let them dictate what kind of person you are, then they win. God, girl, you have so much to offer. You're smart, you're pretty and you've got plenty of wit. Please, say you'll come. You need it. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone special." I highly doubt that," Jane said with a derisive snort. "Look at me. I'm not very pretty, I'm built like a board and I stumble over small talk I appreciate what you're trying to do, but..." Bullshit," Dana said forcefully. "I. As she pulled on the rope, it f***ed me to bend at the waist while she pulled my arms towards the ceiling. Tying the rope off onto a doorknob, she commented, ‘There, that should keep you. Comfy?’ Hardly! I was still in those ridiculous heels and this position f***ed all of my weight onto my toes, which were already in agony. Adding to this, the bent over position made the corset so tight that I was gasping for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to pass out. The next thing I knew.