The white blouse was the best one to wear with this, the contrast in colours was striking, and she knew she got admiring looks from men, and women too..., when she wears it.She picked out the white bra, the only one that suited the white blouse, and a pair of panties to match, with lacy front, cut high on her thighs.She looked at herself in the mirror, the bra in her hand. Her breasts were not heavy with milk, but they were plump and full. The dark nipples and aureola contrasted with her lightly. She made a little money on it, but it was almost negligible once one factored in the money they spent on traveling for her research. Not that it mattered that much; their traveling lifestyle had been a lot of fun, and continued to be so, for both of them.He was blown away when he found out that she was born in 1957, all those years ago. 19 years old? She had seemed so much more mature than 19 years could possibly have wrought. She was sweet, kind, and aware of the world around her in ways many. There were several seconds of silence as the girl struggled to get her breath, and then Yvonne let out an unearthly scream which faded off into a sobbed, “Please no more please. I promise ... I promise I’ll never do it again.”SNAP!Yvonne passed out before she had time to scream.“It seems to work,” said her mother, “And no visible damage to her feet. Not even a trace of blood.”“It might not show, but she certainly seemed to feel them,” commented David, “Don’t you think we should stop. "Ichigo, we cant." Why not?" He said his hand grabbing her breast and tweaking her hard nipples that betrayed her, his hot lips kissed her skin on her shoulders causing her to arch her butt up into him, he smiled as he kissed her neck. He slid her dress down over her shoulder as she began to pant revealing her breasts. His large strong hand cupped her bare skin and she moaned in delight again."I'll ask you once Rukia and never again." he was bluffing but she didn't know that. She tensed in his.