With her mouth firmly occupied by the intruder's tongue, Anna Marie couldn't even protest the rough treatment her breasts and ass were receiving. Part of her didn't really want to. She'd never really fooled around with another woman before (outside one drunken makeout back at her boarding school, but that didn't count), yet alone been set upon by a whole pack of them, but there was no doubt that her body was responding to their attentions. She was beginning to slowly heat up, despite the lingering damp of the pool. Her knees were trembling, and her continued, muffled noises of protest were starting to mingle with something that sounded a little like moans of her own. Beneath her clinging skirt and panties, a wetness was starting to spread that couldn't be blamed on the pool. Still, out of sheer bloody mindedness, she continued to resist those feelings. She forced herself to stay upright, to twist and struggle as much as she could, to refuse to lean into the mixed pain and pleasure being forced upon her. She wouldn't be their plaything, damn it! She was Anna Marie Angleton!<br/><br/>Her arms were still trapped, with no chance to break free; however, she could still move her hands. She couldn't see anything beyond the face of the woman kissing her, but she could still hear their leader's voice. She twisted her hand in that direction, hoping it was visible past the nubile bodies that surrounded her, and extended her middle finger.<br/><br/><b>[Anna Marie rolls a 4 and receives standard arousal]</b>