The bra was made of some kind of silvery blue fabric. The silky cups, hard and shiny, pressed snugly against her slim chest. I could see the girl’s n*****s through the thin shimmering silkiness. The thought flashed through my mind: Surprisingly pretty underwear for such an uptight b***h!
I stepped behind her to get at the tiny catch, worked it open, and let the tight bra spring free to dangle loosely from her shoulders. I slipped down the shoulderstraps, then scooped it up and dropped it, letting it fall to join the growing pile of clothes on the office floor, uncovering a very pretty pair of pert breasts: sloping gently, with tautly rounded undercurves. Doctor O’Connor’s n*****s were small hard nubbins, protruding like tiny pebbles from well-defined disks of pinkish auerolae.
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