It looked like Tiny Terror was willing to bare it all, Diamond noticed as she untangled herself from the lower rope. Her own top was still secure, getting a little support from the fact that it was a one-piece sling thong, but one titty had nearly popped out in the latest fall. She readjusted the elastic so that it firmly covered the nipple and areola. If Tiny Terror wanted to put her on the same level, she’d have to work for it.<br/><br/>But it would seem that Tiny Terror was intent on making her work instead. Diamond tried to get her arms around her, but the woman darted away, circling around her but not advancing. Diamond grabbed again, getting one arm on her, but she squirmed away and all she managed to do was to tug her ripped suit a little further down. Speed wasn’t her forte, so it wasn’t hard for Terror to move away from her slower, albeit more powerful grasp.<br/><br/>This continued a few more times, and by the time she missed her fifth or sixth grapple, she started to get a little pissed. The crowd seemed more than happy to watch Tiny Terror’s bouncing tits as she danced back and forth, but it incensed her that they weren’t cheering for herself as she made the bitch squirm in agony.