Chapter Twenty Five
She should have been concentrating on what they were saying to her, but try as she might, Tyra could only focus on keeping her panties from sliding all the way to her ankles. Logically, it really made no difference, because her ass was fully exposed to the group of men now gathered around her. But by clamping her thighs together, Tyra held out a vague hope that she could prevent them from catching a glimpse of the soft folds of flesh nestled between them.
Even though her voice appeared to have made something of a recovery, she had her eyes and mouth tight shut, and was breathing rapidly through her nostrils. By not acknowledging them, she could perhaps deny them what she believed they really wanted – which was to destroy her self-esteem.
She had recognized most of
