His finger played for a moment with her bra strap, slipping under it and then lifting it before letting it snap back into place. oral Take this off too, he said. No, no, replied Beth aghast, but then she remembered teens her plan to do whatever it took to get out of the cell. Beth sighed again, as Jackson pulled her shirt from her petite lap and dropped it onto the floor. Beth sat up and with both hands she reached behind her back. At the same time Jackson slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. Beth still breathing teen heavily, sat for a moment with her bra unclipped but her hands holding it in place. Jackson pulled gently on the strap of skinny her bra which was hanging down. Slowly with a deep sigh she let it fall from her chest, revealing her lovely breasts. Her arms hung tensely by her sides as she pushed them tightly against her body.