Jane pulled the tiny color Polaroid photo out of her pocket again. There was Wendy Warmcox, standing naked beside the very bed that Jane now stood in ...ront of. Wendy’s long, blonde, hair cascaded straight down to her curvy ass, and her 40-inch bust jutted out in two perfect globes. On the bed was her arms-merchant husband, W, his arms and legs securely tied to the corner bed-posts, and his impressive ten inches of hard cock pointing straight up. Jane compared the scene in the photo, to the real. Brian nodded his approval. As I placed the bowl of nuts down, I felt a hand caress my arse cheeks. I sat and the touch was almost dismissed as the two guys concentrated on the porn film. I didn’t know where to look but after a while, as you do, your attention draws to the TV. At one point, I saw Steven signal to Brian that I had a very visible erection in my briefs. Malcolm then placed his arm on the sofa back, behind my head. Occasionally, I felt his fingers touch my neck but it could have. There was nobody in the shop and he was busy doing some cutting when I barged in. I did not mention Kathy’s name as mentioning her name may not make him try something out with me. I told him I wanted him to stitch for me a mini skirt. At once I had his attention and his eyes strayed to my skirt which exposed a good 4 inches or so of young thighs. He asked me whether I wanted one stitched like the one I was wearing. I told him I wanted it to be shorter by another two inches and I wanted some. “Bitch,” they hissed.Their hisses followed me all the way home.I woke to my alarm the next morning. I couldn’t believe I had to go to court, to face this asshole who thought he had the right to infringe on my fucking personal space with a gun. That he thought he was entitled to beating the teeth out of his girlfriend because she somehow belonged to him.The fury was probably a good thing for me to hold onto, because truth be told I was scared. I shook as I put on my suit, sent off a scattered.