"Heck no!" Blair ordered.

"Marisa, engage plan W." Marisa smiled, let go of Daphne's arms, and grabbed the back waist of her panties. With a sharp tug, she wedgied her hard. Even with what she had been going through, Daphne gasped at the sensation as she was pulled up onto her tiptoes by the pain.

She pulled so hard and so long, that, with a tear, the fabric gave out. Waving the torn panties in front of the camera, Marisa posed with them for a moment, then Addie focused on what she had just uncovered. "Well, the carpet don't match the drapes, if you know what I mean," said Addie, adding "and it's a high-pile carpet."