Meg’s Transformation Scene 88

Ron took the initiative and pushed up the bound girl’s shirt. As she wore no bra, her breasts bounced freely on the green felt of the pool table. With a hint of disgust, Megan hoped she at least had some consideration in the way of undergarments and yanked down her shorts.
Deanna wore a skimpy black thong that did virtually nothing to cover her unshaven pubic area. There were a few marks and bruises about her body. Megan wondered if they were courtesy of the disreputable-looking males she kept company with, her messed up family or her own hand. At that point, she really did not care. Deanna stopped being a sympathy case a long time ago…if she ever was one.