"Oh would you really now."  Anne takes a step back from the side of the bed, her hands coming up and smoothing over the cups of her bra, lightly squeezing her nipples between the sides of her fingers.  "I'd be glad to, but there may be a price..."  With a deft motion of her fingers, she unclasps the front-closure of the bra, but lets it just hang on her breasts, still covering them.  Anne's breasts are firm enough that while the cup slides up a bit to expose a lower curve of skin, it's not much.<br/><br/>She steps forward again, and her expressive face is now mock-serious.  "And I should say... no boots on my bed."  She leans forward and begins unlacing Gwenevire's boots.  The bra pulls away a bit more with this motion, exposing all of the inner curves at first.  Then when Anne gives one lace a good tug, the cotton peels free of the breasts entirely to hang alongside them.  Anne looks up at Gwenevire at this and smiles, pulling off one boot, straightening up, and letting the boot and bra fall to the floor.<br/><br/>Anne's breasts are firm and high, shapely and with that tan color extending over them without lines.  Her aerolae are not particularly wide, but has become a bit dusky rose.  Her nipples are on the long side, nubs sticking out practically begging to be played with more.  Anne steps back forward and begins removing Gwenevire's other boot.