She wasn’t legally allowed to buy a bikini top. Whenever she tried, she was put through the demeaning ritual in the store where they checked her breast size, age, tit-to-waist ratio, nipple responsiveness, and pain sensitivity before declaring that she had class S (for “slut”) fuckbags and they couldn’t legally sell her sports or swimwear that would cover them.
It could be worse. If her boobs were a little bigger they might qualify as class C (for “cow”) and then not only would they go naked but she’d either have to have them pierced with rings or hang painful clamps or chains from them…
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