Chapter Nine
“Oh goodness,” Anne whispered and Kathrine felt the bloom of heat on her chest, the blush rising to her neck. “Now don’t you worry, dear,” Anne consoled her. “It’s perfectly natural.” And, still cupping the underside of Kathrine’s breast, she ran her opposite hand along the slope like she was stoking the face of a contented kitten. The woman’s fingers thrummed across Kathrine’s eager n****e, the sensation moving her uterus.
“Are you looking for sexy,” Anne whispered.
“Mmm...”
“Then I suggest this bra. It is essentially the same as the last, but the lace is cut lower. Like a half-bra. It will look terribly seductive.”
“Yes,” Kathrine replied, trying to hold onto the floating feeling that was lifting into her loins.
“I’ll leave you to dress now,” Anne breathed and removed
