Don’t you B?’ A quiet moan came from Betsy and I couldn’t help but moan a little with her. ‘I don’t think everyone heard you Betsy. I asked...if you liked how your friend is twisting your nipples?’ Lori pushed. ‘Yes,’ Betsy whispered. ‘What?’ Terry yelled from across the room. A few women laughed uncomfortably. ‘Tell us what you like Betsy. You’re standing here in front of everyone with your boobs on display, no reason to be shy now,’ Sharon said. Betsy moaned again before she spoke, ‘I like my. But now I'm here, in front of the door of the club, ringing the bell. It's sunny, it's morning, the place should be closed and empty. Maybe that's why she invited me here ... I'm still thinking, when the door swings open, automatic lock. I enter, looking around, and I ask timidly "Is anyone there?"The place is dark, the shutters are down and is lit only by a dim candlelight. I look around and enter, receiving no response, hearing no sound beyond my footsteps. The door closes behind me, and when. .. that's..." Sheer panic showed an the poor woman's face. Julie had picked up Carole's belief in the value and the impact of nudity in changing people, and Rebecca had identified control of her body as a key to Arlene's problem. Now, though, she was starting to believe it was a step too far. At least, she may have thrown it at Arlene too abruptly.After wailing for a few minutes, Arlene became angry. That was actually easier for Julie to deal with. Arlene shouted about how it was her house and. I was hit, a mallet smashing into my chest stealing my breath away. Weather's white Polo shirt had become translucent; a delicate little lace bra had appeared underneath. Plastered to her body as it was, the Polo shirt accentuated perfect small breasts rising from her slender chest. The outline of her lacy bra added a sexiness to her that I reacted to on a visceral level, my penis awakening at the alluring sight. Her shorts were plastered to her, hugging her crotch, outlining a very full pubis.