Smiling, I place thetip of the knife under a nipple and push upwards slightly, not enough to breakthe skin. ?No don't! Please!? you burst out, standin... on your tiptoes, adrenaline surgingnow, straining upwards, futilely trying to escape the knifepoint. ?Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy, Pia. You seemed to place some valueon your bra. How much do you treasure your nipple? It is significantly moredifficult to replace. I could now push this knifepoint up into it, couldn'tI? And I can assure. Finally, Marge chose a little black dress with a plunging neckline. The dress emphasized every curve and was so tight I could practically make out every hair on Marge's pussy. The sales girl suggested Marge would look even better without a bra, so she returned to the change room and a couple of minutes later, strutted back out bra-less. She looked so sexy, and her nipples stuck out so much I almost came on the spot. She had added gold hoop earrings, a wide black patent leather belt that came to. I kept a watch for when she next wore nylons. It was only days later, a Friday night when my parents had plans to go out. I peaked in my parent’s room that Saturday and saw that she had balled up on her dresser the nylons she had worn the night before. I stuffed them down the front of my pants and headed to the bathroom.I pulled the stockings from my pants and let them unfurl in front of me. This was the first time in daylight that I really had an opportunity to examine the stockings. They were. Pam took one look at me, and then at Margaery before really getting turned on by the former Queen. I smirked as I realized that about Eric’s progeny and deputy, even as I found Ben Harmon in the midst of humping Yvetta from Estonia in Eric’s office. When I realized that Eric wanted to try out Bonnie, I was especially thrilled. I noticed that both of my Muses were visible, plain as day, which more than roused attention from Chow and others.“Who are ... these ladies?” Chow blurted.“Muses. The.