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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