There was an appreciative murmur from the men when Anne bared her breasts. They were full, but not especially large, ripe and round and firm with pinkish-brown n*****s. They jiggled nicely when she threw the t-shirt into a corner of the stall. She gave one last hard look before shucking off her shorts. She didn’t seem to be wearing any panties. The shorts were tossed into the corner with the t-shirt.
The man with the rope came up and roughly yanked her wrists behind her. Anne kept her eyes fixed on as she was bound. She winced once as the man yanked the knot tight, but otherwise her expression did not change. Then the man pulled her bound wrists higher up and ran a length of rope around her neck once…twice…and then apparently tied the end off to her wrists. Anne’s concentration on evap
