Come here, you pathetic boy. Get down and look up at me. There. Do you see? No, not me—you. Do you see how even more pathetic you’ve gotten in just these last few seconds? The sight of my luscious curves in these shiny pantyhose makes you weak, desperate, stupid. And you think I don’t see what you’re doing? Sucking in breath after breath through your nose. You’re trying to smell me. You want to sniff these pantyhose. In fact, I bet as soon as I take them off, you’ll be sneaking around trying to find them, so you can bury your face in them and have a nice, long sniff. Poor pantyhose sniffer. Someone will have to break you of this dirty habit. Luckily, I feel up for the challenge.