I was always proud of my body, especially my ample breasts that stood proudly at 100 centimeters. My husband Graham used to worship them, but lately, he's been different. Unemployment has made him irritable and paranoid. I've tried to support him, but it seems nothing I do is enough.
One night, I worked late at the office. As I walked through a dark alley on my way home, I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Strong hands groped my breasts roughly as I screamed. More men emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with lust as they tore at my clothes.
"Look at these t**s," one of them growled, squeezing my breasts until they turned red and swollen. "f**k, she's got a body made for rape."
They dragged me into a nearby building, a abandoned warehouse. I struggled and screamed, but
