Anathema visibly wilted as the twins poked, prodded, rubbed and tugged at her, squirming helplessly despite still being bound. "H-hello Molly..." she whined, the tent in her leather pants growing larger and more uncomfortable as Molly rubbed and groped at the pliable flesh of her large, soft breast, her pierced nipples growing increasingly stiff and aching with desire. At Chloe's remark, she only let herself nod slightly, her hands pushing out helplessly as she wiggled on the couch.<br/><br/>Fuck, her mind was swimming. The thing she wanted most was to get out of these tight clothes, let her tits and cock breathe, just for a while, but if she did that... if she even asked for that, the twins would have their way with her right away. Though... was that really such a bad thing?<br/><br/>"I need..." she whimpered, chewing her bottom lip hard. "I need my top off... please, someone...."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>