Chapter Twelve
Her breath faltered but there was nothing she could do. She stood naked in a darkened room with five men surrounding her while Rebecca droning on about some virus. And Ted, persistently, working at the folds of her v****a, finally eased her open. No one could see, no one would know. Not unless she drew attention to the fact that she was being fingered at the side of the table. She dare not utter a sound.
In the end, all she could do was surrender.
Gathering her emotions, Lindsey straightened and pretended to be concentrating on the projection screen. When she felt the pressure deepen, she shuffled her feet apart and stifled a cry. She squatted slightly. His fingers slid all the way in. Effortlessly. And as he moved them, in and out, over and over, his thumb played with th
