The two coming in from behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, causing to throw her chest out, emphasizing her tits and cleavage....“Look boys! She even dressed slutty for us.” The leader pulled out of blade and pressed it against her blouse and with a flick of his wrists cut the couple of buttons that were actually being used. Her sliced blouse fell away revealing her black bra. Two of the other guys pulled down her skirt, revealing a black thong.“You’re dressed like a. It was crowded, and when a train arrived, we hadto stand in quite a crush. I hung onto a strap, and once the train wasmoving, I felt a hand stroking my bottom through my mac. I turned slowlyin the direction of the hand, and found that a middle-aged man waspressed up against me in the crush. He gave no sign of embarrassment,but I was sure that he was 'feeling up' either me or my mac.Even worse was to occur after Bond Street, when the train became evenmore crowded, and I felt my 'breasts' being. This of course combined with her other mentioned traits always made her extremely popular with any dwarves they came across. Everyone had their vices, however, and after some careful observation Hazel had discovered Beatrice’s: the mage was a slut, plain and simple. Every time they stopped at an inn or bar, the mage always slipped away while everyone was distracted and came back sometime later smelling, at least to Hazel’s nose, strongly of sex. Honestly, as if the self-satisfied smile on. They’re just so.” Greg hadn’t stopped looking at my boobs since he came in. They were a bit obvious under my towel and I was showing a fair bit of cleavage. “OK…I’ll go then.” “You don’t want a coffee?” “Yes OK then!” He certainly didn’t need a second ask to stay. I looked at my poor garden. The weeds were still tall even though it was November and my hedges needed cutting. “If you want to do me a favour Greg, you can sort my garden out if you like.” “Oh yeah, no problem! I’d do anything for.