Downstairs is mainly a chill-out area, fully of comfy sofas and tables. There are a few people sitting around, drinking and chatting, and most look up...to smile or say hello as we walk through.We climb the impressive staircase, which leads onto a galleried landing containing a number of doors. Some are open, some are closed. We are told that these are the playrooms, all with different themes, and that the etiquette is if a door is closed, it means the action going on behind it is private. If. “Grazie, grazie.” Isabella almost leaped over and hugged Floriana.“Prego.” Floriana was more than a little excited over the fact that she was going to get another pair of hands in the boutique. Of course, her husband Christian did his best to help out, but he didn’t really have much of a fashion sense, his skills were more on the online side of the business.Just as Floriana thought of her loving husband, she heard him finish a conversation on the phone.“Grazie, arrivederci signora.” Christian. I honestly did not mean or want to hurt Marcus; I didn’t intend to cheat on him; it just sort of happened. Our relationship ended one night when Marcus was supposed to be out of town, and instead, he walked in on the new boyfriend and me having sex. I packed some clothes and left that night. We didn’t talk for a few days but eventually did, and I thought we were honest with each other about our true feelings and the intimate details of our relationship. I told Marcus that I still “loved” him. She could be a little odd sometimes. I looked down and giggled, sending my B cup breasts quivering. I just loved wearing a satin blouse over a satin bra. And this particular bra made my breasts slightly pointy, tenting the material nicely. I cocked my head in a sudden instant of confusion, unsure whether I should be wearing a bra at all. It seemed to me that I had never worn a bra before in my life! Glancing down at my small bosom I concluded that I?d never worn one before because I had never.