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Defeated, Grace slowly stood up and walks into the small space that Greg had indicated. Then she faced the sofa and the teenage boys. Greg followed her and slumped into the sofa, Eric and Mark besides him. Both were frozen in their seats, and are intently watching Grace, which was awkwardly standing in front of them. Greg smiled and rests his feet at the edge of the table. Oh god! Grace’s brain was screaming. How did I get myself into this? I don’t want to have sex with these children, but I also can’t let Robbie know about my past. I love my son too much to put him in such an experience.
" Please...please Greg don’t do this to me," She begged. " I don’t wanna do this." Inexplicably, her last passing thought was about the stain on the table that will be created by Greg ’s dirty feet.
" Shut up, bitch" Greg said. Although he didn’t shouted, the words ringed at her ears. " I don’t give a shit what you like or don’t like to do. The only thing you have to understand is that we own you now and that you’ll do everything we want you to do. After we’re through with you, you get your tapes. You understand?"
Grace could not believe her ears. " Please..."
" Rule No.1" Greg cut her off. " You don’t talk unless someone told you so.
Rule no.2, every time you hesitate to do anything we want you to do, you get hit."
With that Grace stop talking. Eric ’s face was filled with anticipation. Mark had irregular breathing.
" Now Grace," Greg slowly smiled. " Unbutton your blouse, and hold it open in front of us."
Grace stared at him for a second. She was expecting it. But now that he actually said it, Grace could still not believe it. Eric thought that Mrs. Thompson would surely refuse and half expecting her to turn around and ran away. After what seems like an eternity, Grace stared at the wall behind Greg and her hands shakily started unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Slowly, the thick, white blouse opened. Her black lace bra was slowly exposed to the 3 boys. Greg did not move. Finally, it was open. Taking a deep breath, Grace opened the blouse and holds it with her unsteady hands.
" Now take it off." Eric and Mark wondered how Greg could maintain his voice.
" Now the skirt, Grace." Tears started dropping in her eyes but she obeyed. She reach back, found the zipper and slowly drag it down. Reluctantly, she shook herself until the skirt fell into the ground. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty. She cursed herself for deciding to wear her new lingerie this morning. The sexy, high-cut underwear was her most comfortable pair, but now she could see what it was doing to her tormentors. The panty was like a second skin molding tightly from her crotch to her ass. But Eric and Mark’s attention was in her bra. It barely holds Mrs. Thompson’s ample cleavage. Her full nipples were clearly visible in the material’s fabric.
" Show us those big knockers!!" Mark blurted out. Instinctively, Grace hand crossed her chest in a vain attempt to cover herself. By now, the tears were running down her cheeks.
" Please..."
Nobody saw how quickly Greg stood up covered the distance to Grace and slapped her hard in the face. The force was strong enough to make her step backward, but she didn’t fall.
" I told you, you don’t talk bitch!" Greg shouted.
Grace was now openly squirming in front of Greg . Her left hand touching her face while the other was used as a pathetic shield from another blow.
" I’m sorry, I..."
" Shut up!" She did. But Greg was in control again like a switch. The evil smile was back. He leaned close and unashamedly inhaled the smell of her.
He whispered, " Now why don’t you be a good girl and do what Mark wants you to do."
" Come on! Come on!" Mark repeated. Reluctantly, with Greg still close, she obeyed. She reached back and unhooked the straps. She let it slide down her shoulder. And with a deep breath, she let it fall to the ground. Her glorious breast was exposed for all to see. At that close Greg could easily see the firmness of her erect pink nipples.
Mark wasn’t satisfied. " Now show us your beautiful bush! Show it bitch! Now!"
" That’s right. Now, you fucking slut, now!" Eric was almost hysterical.
" No," Greg said authoritatively. Mark and Eric turned silent. Grace turned to him, her eyes with a glimmer of hope. " I mean, not yet..."