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Questionable Consent
(Sylvia Redmond)

"Chief say take off clothes" the smaller man said.

Ann nodded nervously and pulled her cover-up over her head and handed it to the chief. He looked at it and through it on the floor. The cover-up barely covered her body, it wasn't going to conceal and drugs. He then pointed to her bikini top.

Even from where I was sitting I could see her chest rising and falling with her nervousness. Her tits looked beautiful bound in the little bathing suit top, and I'm sure the other men in the room were probably in agreement with me. She sheepishly reached behind her back and untied the strings holding her top in place. When the knot came undone her heavy breasts swung into view as she pulled the top off of her shoulders.

I was sure I heard a couple of gasps as her big breasts came into view. They looked gorgeous and I briefly thought about how I had been spreading lotion on their tops just a couple of hours earlier. Little did I know that a room full of strange men would be staring at them today. I could see where her tan line started and the milky white skin that surrounded her nipples and had escaped the sun's rays. Her nipples looked slightly puckered, no doubt feeling the chill of the dank room.

The chief grunted something else and pointed at her bottoms. She didn't wait for the translation and instead pulled her bathing suit bottoms down to the floor and stepped out of them. I could see her trim little brown bush in its own patch of milky white skin. Her tan lines on her bottom were far more pronounced since she had never taken her bottoms off to sunbathe. For a weird moment I felt pride looking at my wife's beautiful body until it occurred to me how silent it was in a room of leering men.

The chief spat another command at her and pointed at the desk. She looked at me nervously; we both knew what he was asking. He grew impatient and shouted it at her this time.

"Chief say bend over desk or he make you" the interpreter said.