Angie scuttled into the corner of the sofa and took one of Bernice's throw pillows; pressed it desperately to her chest. She warily eyed the men, cowering in her hole.
Having her bottom opened, photographed like that, was probably the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. Thinking of it sent a violent shudder along her spine and down around her thighs. What surprised her was that is wasn't a shudder of revulsion, but one of s****l lusting. What the hell?
But she couldn't escape the obvious. Her body was rangy, like it had turned its back on reason and common sense and sought out, instead, deviant behavior; behavior, that in her mind, she couldn't condone. Angie tried to push the feelings away while adjusting her pillow for maximum protection. She pushed a corner down betw
