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.

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