About me: down the backs of her legs, thighs and bottom go
taught. She tried to lie as flat as she could but
was hampered by her breasts pressing down on the
desktops. When she had dressed that morning, and
that seemed such a long time ago now, she had
slipped into her 36 inch C cupped Wonderbra,
feeling very much the femme fatale that she knew
most of the staff thought her to be. Now, she
wished she had chosen a more modest form of
support, one that would allow a degree of
flexibility and movement and
