Four men standing around me.Four sets of eyes on me.On me.For the first time in my life, I’m the centre of attention.“Yes,” I whisper.Jacob doesn’t ask me to repeat myself. Doesn’t make me beg. Just smiles and says, “Keep the glasses on.”They don’t rush.That’s what surprises me.I expected frantic grabbing, clothes torn off, and rough hands. Instead, Marcus moves behind me and eases my sweater up slowly – inch by inch – like he’s unwrapping something precious. The fabric slides over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts still hidden in plain white cotton.I lift my arms automatically. The sweater disappears.Four sharp intakes of breath."Fuck,” Tyler breathes.Jacob’s hands find my thighs, sliding up over my jeans, mapping the shape of me while Marcus unclasps my bra from behind. The straps fall down my shoulders and I catch it automatically – instinct – but Jacob gently lowers my hands.“Let us see you.”The bra falls away.I honestly believe my breasts are nothing special. Average
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