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Most women would love to have Tiffany's dream job: She travels the country,
searching for classic leg wear to purchase for a private collector. "This
is the killer position," reveals the auburn-tressed lovely with the mile-long
pins. "I used to be a nurse, and had to wear those tight, support kind
of hose. I was going to toss them out, but my employer offered to buy
them off me. Actually, he begged me for all my used hosiery, and asked
me specifically not to wash them. He especially likes the ones with a
little bit of pee in them." Happy to comply, Tiffany returned the next day with a sack brimming over with ripely aromatic stockings, pantyhose and socks. Reaching into the bag, Tiffany extracts a singular, well-broken-in nylon specimen and drags it haltingly across her face. She pauses as the pheromone-laden goody drifts over her nose, and inhales deeply. "Oh, my...makes me feel all trembly and flushed. I might just keep a pair. What do you think?" |
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