Eventually, his hands went south to cup the underside of her Abby’s milkers. Just do it here and now so I can put a little green checkmark next to your name, and we can finally move on to more important things.”
“It doesn’t have a hook; I’d have to take my shirt off,” the words trembled out of Abby’s mouth, barely audible. “What do you think of the new girl’s breasts?” Bill let go of Abby’s tits but grabbed her arms before she could cross them over her chest. Tough it out. Though Bill’s words were clear, the message made no sense. I want you to know that I would never allow any body-shaming to happen in this office.”
Abby’s whole body cringed, but Bill kept her up straight by the base of her breasts. The morning stretched interminably. He gestured her to put her hands up, and she obliged only because she could keep her back to him.
