She sat down at her dressing table and brushed out her long raven hair until it crackled and shown. Instead of putting it up like she usually did, she pulled it back from her face and tied it with a scarlet satin bow into a languorous ponytail. For her first braless day at the firm, she chose a stretchy apricot-colored top with a crossover bodice. It barely supported the weight of her breasts.
Without the benefit of a bra, the arc of her breasts settled low into the stretchy top. The taut resilient fabric shaped her bust into a quivering single swollen round that ballooned an inch above her waist. The low crossover V neckline displayed enough cleavage to excite the mannequins. Her n*****s bumped proudly through the thin fabric. She wasn’t completely sure of her new look. She would have f
