24
Giada
“Aline, step forward.”
I recognized the voice of our gracious host coming through overhead speakers. My friend obeyed, her entire body shaking like a leaf, one hand covering her breasts, one the apex of her thighs.
“Remove your hands and turn in a circle.”
She didn’t move.
“Aline.” His voice hinted at displeasure.
“Do it,” I whispered fiercely at her.
Still, she didn’t turn.
Buffalo Boy strode toward her, yanked her arms behind her back hard enough she gasped and arched, jutting her breasts out for the pervs on the other side of the one-way.
Silence descended, Aline’s whimpers and Dianna’s heavy breaths in my ears.
“Dianna, step forward,” the voice said, and Buffalo Boy released his hold on Aline.
Dianna obeyed, her head down while doing as told. She dug her fingernail
