Antin stepped forward, his hands stroking down my sides, drawing the gown down my waist, over my hips, and I fell back into Con's chest, sobbing and shaking, screaming when I could catch my breath. "Beautiful," Antin murmured. "Such a good girl for us. There now." His hand petted between my legs as the silk dripped down to the floor, and the audience gasped with me as I howled and thrashed and came against his fingers, my legs spreading wide to invite more.
