her face a mask of fear and humiliation as the men looked on. She wanted to see more of those reactions, to push Meredith to new heights of sensation. Heather could see the straining outline of Meredith’s clit beneath the drenched lace, just begging for attention. Her voiced a sinful purred. Her hips wiggled slightly with excitement. Heather’s free hand reached down, trailing a finger through the slick folds of Meredith’s exposed pussy. Meredith’s cheeks flushed an even deeper crimson as she admitted her reaction out loud. The cool air rushed against her newly exposed skin made her shiver and gasp. This lewd position causes her thighs to quiver and her hips to stick out, presenting her most intimate areas to the leering eyes of the crowd. The stage was set for her final act of submission or defiance.
