Holding her with his left hand, he scraped his fingernail across the hard little nubbin pushing against the sheer fabric of her blouse. Involutarilly, she hivered. He laughed and took the gorged nippple between his thumb and forefinger. He thought of pinching; making her beg to stop the pain. Rather he gently roled the tender bud and stretchted it out. He pulled gently butting his mouth close to her ear and blowing in her ear only enough to make her shivver again.