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I shut my eyes as another hand began to stroke my cunt. I wanted to shout at them to stop, but I couldn't without revealing it was me. The only possible way out of this without total embarrassment was to remain silent and hope they did indeed leave for the bar. And, at this point, I'd already let three of my fiancé's friends fondle me...how would I explain that to him? Other men arrived over the next twenty minutes, each of them fingering me, making crude comments and yet, of course, no one took credit for arranging for my presence. I continued to hear comments like, "I don't know... his fiancée seems like a bit of a prude... I heard that strippers would be off limits for this party...he might get really pissed once he gets here." With each additional man touching me, I felt more asha