Anne gave the men surrounding her a quick, angry look. She kicked off the tennis shoes she was wearing. Then she turned her head to look at Kimberley, and the look of anger was replaced by something very like…defiance? Spite? Kimberley wasn’t sure what to call it, but Anne held her gaze as she began to pull her t-shirt off over her head.
There was an appreciative murmur from the men when Anne bared her breasts. They were full, but not especially large, ripe and round and firm with pinkish-brown n*****s. They jiggled nicely when she threw the t-shirt into a corner of the stall. She gave Kimberley one last hard look before shucking off her shorts. She didn’t seem to be wearing any panties. The shorts were tossed into the corner with the t-shirt.
The man with the rope came up and roughly ya
