Then to my surprise….Betsy is sprawled on the bed. “You’ve been busy down there.” She said. “How’s your appetite? Time for a little desser...?” The covers are hanging to the floor. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left breast. It is stark white against her tan chest. Her nipple is erect. The blue shorts are on the floor. She has her left leg bent with the knee in the air. Her right leg is spread. Apparently they were cleaning the corridor for days. Ugh." She finished her Asahi and made to get up. "Hey I'm gonna go to the steam room. Wanna come?"I shook my head. "Got to plan my next week of lessons. Sato wants the plan on her desk tomorrow morning."Trish made a "bitch" face, smiled and waved and was gone.Laser mesh. Interesting. Meant that the countermeasures were not built into the clothing itself. Some sort of tracer with a personal ident? I passed my hands over the smooth, seamless. The low cut blouses however, took a lot of getting used to. Like I said, I’m not a small girl by any means…at one time my breasts measured at 40DDD…so exposing that much flesh was very unnerving, especially when we went into town for errands. The stares I got from the men, not to mention the glares I got from most of the women, had me blushing until we were safely back at Hillenbroke. My training sessions were conducted before and after lunch. Tristan would almost always accompany Master and do. Bill was again in front of the TV when she returned home late that evening. ‘I’ve already eaten so don’t worry about me. I have to pack later, my flight to Reno is leaving early in the morning.’ She had forgotten about his trip, but the timing was excellent. She could be alone with her stupidity. She went to the kitchen to fix a salad which she took to the den and turned on her computer. An e-mail was waiting from Richard. She was terrified to open it so she stood up and started to leave the.