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It only took me a second to decide that this pair of lunatics could do whatever they liked
ten times over before I`d take the slightest risk of having my name dropped in the central
business district attached to a pair of whore`s knickers. What was more, I was reaching a
stage of mind where I could understand exactly why the other woman had decided it was more
sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had no doubt all there had indeed been
another woman. Marco and Tony`s gloating male self satisfaction was too obvious an ego
trip to be any kind of an act.

"Alright, you guys," I said with my mouth suddenly drying. "We`ll go up
the tower."

The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap, fluttering my hair and feeling cool
against my hot cheeks. Tony plucked the hem of the blouse up out of my skirt and took my
breasts fully in his hands again, ruffling up folds of the blouse`s silky material around
the stiff cups. Then, calmly and carefully, he began to squeeze my tits harder than any
man had ever done before. 

"Lift your arms up," Tony muttered huskily. "I`ll make sure you don`t fall
over."

Like Marco before him, the way he was holding onto me was a sure guarantee of that.
Somehow I was astonished but not a bit surprised when I felt my hardened nipples rubbing
against the cups as they were manhandled again. I did as he wanted and lifted up my arms,
allowing Marco to ruck the blouse up over my wrists like a raised flag of surrender. Then
Marco plucked it away. There was a moment of silence as I stood with my arms still raised,
whilst both of them seemed to be savoring the sight of me with only my bra and pearls left
on above the waist.