"Yeah, let's look at her tits!" Tony exclaimed.

Lynn closed her eyes in shame as she felt their hands moving about her tits, feeling them. The boys felt and squeezed her tits through her dress and bra. Then she heard a cutting sound and she opened her eyes. Billy was using a kitchen knife to cut away the top of her dress. She moaned in shame as Tony adjusted the rope on her nipples.

"Hey, look at those tits!" Tony said. "You ever see such pretty tits, Billy?"

"The finest ever," Billy replied. "Hell, Tony, they're the only tits we've ever seen."

"What about the pictures?"

"That don't count asshole," Billy sneered. "These are real, live tits we're looking at."

"Let's feel them again."

"Go ahead," Billy replied. "She can't do anything about it. Play with her tits all you want. Me, I'm gonna peek, at her cunt!"

Lynn thought she would faint. She kept her eyes tightly closed, unable to stop the flow of her tears. She no longer tried to say anything, but moaned softly, feeling so helpless, tied this way to the chair. There was no way she could stop them. She was at their mercy, and what they were saying frightened her horribly.

She felt Billy's hands pushing at her skirt, and she felt Tony's fingers twisting and pulling at her nipples. The head of Tony's cock brushed her upper arm, leaving a trail of moisture on it. The wetness of his cock seemed to sear her flesh.

Billy shoved her skirt as high as he could, but found it impossible to get it past her hips; she was sitting on it. He lifted it instead.

"Aw fuck, she's got panties on," he snorted.

Lynn could feel his eyes staring up her raised skirt as she felt Tony caressing and squeezing her flaked tits. She sobbed.

"Cut them off," Tony urged.