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Sam hardly noticed her skirt was slowly riding up higher and higher, and instead she tried to keep up with the sound of Davies’ voice. It melodiously moved up and down as each of her breaths followed suit. She was thrilled when he became more animated and her pulse quickened only to drop back down. She felt he was teasing her as her breasts pushed against her restraining bra and shirt. She did notice, though, when her shirt buttons began to pop off.
First it was one little one in the middle where the tension was the greatest. It strained against her swollen flesh for a few moments before the strings snapped and it fell into her lap. Sam’s mouth fell open. She reached down, picked up the button and brought it to eye-level.
“Is there another problem, Miss Olsen?” Mr. Davies asked her.
