"All right, I will!" she moaned.

She struggled with her long slip, trying to pull it up over her head. It was even more difficult than the dress; particularly with her legs still bound and stretched open. But slowly the long white garment pulled up, showing her legs again, and then her ass, and finally the curves of her body. With the final struggle, the bound librarian heaved the slip over her head and let it drop to the floor. She hung her head, put her hands over her tits, and wept.

"Jesus Christ, that's nice!" Dean breathed, coming forward and leaning over the table. "I knew she had a body under all that crap. Look at her."

He slid his hand out and took hold of Gillian's bra, pulling on it.

"Stop, please, stop!" Gillian begged.

"Take your hands away!" Dean snapped.

The moaning librarian did as she was told, leaving his horrible hands on her bra.

Then, Rose's hands worked over her tits from the rear, sending shivers over Gillian as she stood, bound to the table legs.

Dean unclipped the bra, revealing Gillian's wonderful tits for the first time.

"Fuck, you guessed right again, Dean!" Rose laughed, taking one of Gillian's nipples in her fingers, playing with the crinkled bud.

Something snapped in Gillian. With a scream, she flung Rose's hand away and lunged back at the woman, slamming into her hard.

"No, stop that! That's… that's perverted!"

Instantly Dean grabbed her by the hair and slammed her back down to the tabletop, almost breaking her nose.

"You don't do that, bitch!" he snapped.

"No, please, no, don't, please!" Gillian begged, her ass heaving, as Rose's hands gripped her pantyhose and tore at it.

Gillian sobbed as Dean let go of her hair. He walked around the table and his powerful hands gripped her pantyhose, tearing at it, ripping the resilient material. Gillian screamed, as he walked around the table and gripped her hair once more.