I pulled the shirt over my head. My black and sweaty sports-bra. I felt ashamed, hot, and uncomfortable. Their eyes were on me. Shame was washing over...me. I had never liked my body. “Take off your bra,” Brown guy said. I did and then instinctively crossed my arms over my breasts. “Don’t hide. No more hiding. Let us see your tits. Now.” I hesitated. I felt so vulnerable I could have cried. “Do it. Now. Or I’ll help you do it.” I lowered my arms. Slowly, feeling helpless. I stared at the. He could have picked up a hobby and, in a way, that was what he’d done. Arthur’s new hobby was learning as much as he could about Nick Coyle and how small amounts of effort on his own part might cause the young billionaire disproportionally massive amounts of pain. And like many new hobbyists, Arthur let this new hobby become an obsession.Monday morning, Arthur had sent a short, politely-worded letter to each of the men who might be considered his bosses informing them that he intended to take. Erect. My cock was rock hard. Erect. Trying to rip through my underwear and pants. Trying to break free of the clothing restraint, to punish and destroy some needing, fortunate pussy. The shirt slid down my arms, tangling at my hands. Our embrace was severed and I staggered, my knees were weak. My shirt fell to the floor, helped by Stevie.What was happening to me?Through my blurred vision, I could see Stevie peeling off his shirt. We were both shirtless. We could be the two guys in the porno. “Better than with Taylor and Matt,” he asked.“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” I replied.How did he know I also worshipped Taylor and Lucas? Was this a competition between them? If it is, then I’m loving it very much. We both took a shower, and came into the kitchen so I could prepare dinner. Then, we heard the door open. Taylor and Matt were home. “Wassup gang, we’re home,” said Matt. “Did we miss a lot while we were away?” asked Taylor.“No, you didn’t miss anything,” Lucas replied while giving me a.