She unbuttons the first two buttons of her blouse and let’s him see just the top of her black satin bra. Playfully she props one of her feet up on h...s chair, right between his knees. The toe of her spiked heel gently brushing against his crotch. He’s really starting to have trouble keeping his mind on his conversation now. Letting her knees spread a little more, she starts to tremble as she feels his hand rubbing over the calf of her leg. She’s able to tell that her plan is working, because she. "Hands where I can see them please, Miss Talbot..." I bury the muzzle in her belly and look her in the eye. "I suppose that if you know who sent me, then you know what business I have." Do I?" she shoots back, holding her chin in the air defiantly."I think you do," I reply, pressing the muzzle deeper into the softness of her belly, just below the ribs. "I think you know why I'm here and what I'm after, and if you're as sensible as I think you are, you'll make things easier on both of us and. "I'm sorry, he isn't on duty right now," the receptionist said."Okay, how about Chief Deputy Simpson?" I asked."Who shall I say is calling?" She asked."Former deputy Sylvia Porter," I answered."Sylvia how have you been?" she asked."Not bad, thanks for asking," I replied."I'll get the chief deputy for you," she said. It took a few minutes before Simpson came on the line."So Sylvia, what can I do for you?" he asked cautiously."Don't worry Simpson I'm not begging for a job, but I do plan to move. .. Here we go! Try this on for size!" In her hand was a bra. "WHAT! Are you crazy!" I said. "I can't wear a bra!" "Like I said, who'll know?" she asked. "You wear a suit all day. It's just for support, until the swelling goes down." "Even if I was going to, your bras would never fit me." "Well, maybe not the ones I wear now," she said, hefting her big breasts inher hands. "But the old ones will." Looking down at the bra in my hand, I realized that it was one of the old B-cup bras Janet had worn.