Hall of Infinite Doors
With a quick flick of your wrist you snap off the thread--but it doesn't snap.
You look over and see that you have pulled out a thread attaching a button to Nikky's top.
You let go, and the button falls off and lands on the floor.
"You idiot!" says Nikky.
You grip the steering wheel tightly with both hands and look over at her. You took off the third button down on her top, and there is now a stretched hole where the button used to be.
"What will I do?!" she complains.
"What if you unbuttoned the two buttons above it?" you ask.
Nikky smiles weakly and complies, unbuttoning the two buttons above. She now has as much cleavage as you have ever seen on her. She folds back the flaps as best she can.
"I guess that's ok," she says, regaining her composure.
You drive further, but can't help taking a couple more glances. On the third glance she catches you.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks.
"Oh, yes," you reply honestly.
"It makes you feel good?" she asks.
You nod.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Why?" you asked with some puzzlement.
"Because we can't pull over and give you pleasure. I don't want to mess up my clothes before I get there or anything. I suppose I could give you a hand job if you really wanted."
She looks at you quizically.
You look over and see that you have pulled out a thread attaching a button to Nikky's top.
You let go, and the button falls off and lands on the floor.
"You idiot!" says Nikky.
You grip the steering wheel tightly with both hands and look over at her. You took off the third button down on her top, and there is now a stretched hole where the button used to be.
"What will I do?!" she complains.
"What if you unbuttoned the two buttons above it?" you ask.
Nikky smiles weakly and complies, unbuttoning the two buttons above. She now has as much cleavage as you have ever seen on her. She folds back the flaps as best she can.
"I guess that's ok," she says, regaining her composure.
You drive further, but can't help taking a couple more glances. On the third glance she catches you.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks.
"Oh, yes," you reply honestly.
"It makes you feel good?" she asks.
You nod.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Why?" you asked with some puzzlement.
"Because we can't pull over and give you pleasure. I don't want to mess up my clothes before I get there or anything. I suppose I could give you a hand job if you really wanted."
She looks at you quizically.