Emily's eyes went wide when Megan took her shorts and panties in her teeth; she definitely hadn't expected that. She was glad now that she hadn't removed them herself. "No, no piercings or anything." She let her hips sway from side to side as the clothing slid down her legs. When they were all the way down, she pulled her left foot out, and then used her right foot to kick the shorts and panties off to the side. And then she got a mischievous idea of her own. She called on her martial arts training, and instead of lowering her foot back to the floor, she shifted all her weight onto her left foot, pivoted her hips in a way that pushed her torso out of vertical, and raised her right foot up into the air until her legs formed a vertical line pointing to the ceiling. This was a stance you wouldn't want to fight from, but it certainly looked impressive, and not many people could do it. I wonder how quickly she'll figure out what position I'm in, and how she'll react to it? "OK, that's everything except for the shoes and the bra. What's next?"