Laney toweled herself dry in front of Ivana and the two men then combed her hair, as it began to dry. She felt a little more normal now, a little more human than before the day began. Perhaps this was a good sign.
There were clothes for Laney to wear, pulled from a shopping bag that Ivana carried into the kitchen from one of the cottage’s other rooms. The sweater and skirt were very much like the clothes Ivana wore: too tight for Laney’s body, allowing her significant body parts to be clearly displayed. A small cropped black sweater fit tightly over her breasts and she wore no bra to contain them. She was hardly as well-endowed as Ivana, but her lovely mounds were clearly highlighted by the sweater’s snug fit, and if she bent over, she would practically spill out the top.
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