Debbie Ioanna

“Hair down, yes.” I put myself back in place. “Boobs out, no.”
Sarah ignored me as she observed our mainly male audience who weren’t exactly being subtle. “Look at them all. Soak it all up while you can.” She whipped her hair behind her shoulders and leaned back in her chair, using her suitcase as a footrest to show off her freshly waxed legs. “Anyway, I’m just trying to give you a little more cleavage. Pull them up yourself. You’ve got great boobs. Show ’em off.”
“I don’t see why we had to put our bikinis on, we haven’t even been given our room key