“I don't know, maybe if you suck in, or don't mind your tits flying out,” he takes a step closer to me and presses the flimsy fabric up to my chest. It's not just the brush of his hands on my breasts, covered as they are, that scares me, it's the look of lust in his eyes. Panicking, I take a hurried step back and slap his hands down, dropping the bra. He takes a step back, hands raised by his neck in surrender.
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