I am still not certain that we can use this girl, Madame Baxter, the French man said. Perhaps we could take a closer look?
But of course! Frau Baxter readily agreed.
I felt her hands reach for the buttons at the back of my dress, and automatically leant away from her to prevent what was obviously to be my undressing. Strong hands grasped my shoulders and although I continued my struggle, I was no match for these three determined gaolers. Frau Baxter quickly had the dress falling to the floor about my ankles, then I felt the fitting of the Allen Key to the harness buckles, and it too was loosened and subsequently fell to the floor.
Hold still, Celine! Frau Baxter barked. I felt her hands upon the corset lacing and knew that its removal was certain to lead to my complete undress.
