Then for the next shot I was asked to unclip my bra from behind and hold the bra with both my hands, so it looked like I’m holding the bra on to my ...ody with the help of my hands. My brother helped me to remove the clips and I was holding it as they said, after a few shots they asked me to lower my bra a bit more to show more of my boobs. Now my bra was covering a bit above my nipples. Almost the top halves of my boobs were visible. Sharma was praising me for each shot. I wore my bra back again. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside. The "facility" was a dirty old factory on the edge of town that smelled of decay and faulty sewer-lines. The repackaging was of eggs. White eggs, brown eggs, eggs of every size. There were tens of thousands of them sitting forlornly about the factory floor on pallets that had seen better days. She was advised the job was on the "Midnight shift" and she would be expected to work until 7AM with only five minute breaks for going to the potty and swigging a drink. The young man kept his eyes on her. "All right, folks," Jan said, looking them over. "Looks like we're ready to roll. I don't have time for any inspirational speeches or extended briefings so I'll give it to you straight. The MPG is in the process of capturing Eden and the entire planet of Mars from WestHem control. What we are doing is an act of treason. Right now we have some combat troops that are trying to pen the WestHem marines inside of their base to keep them from opposing our capture. They're going to need help badly in.