" Best Man fumbled for words."I'm Sherry." She smiled. "I was just leaving." It didn't mollify them. She had seen hints of this before. Women tended t...o get defensive of their men in her presence. Though, certainly, the present circumstances didn't help."What the fuck is she doing here?" Mrs. Best Man shouted. "What is she, a stripper? A hooker? You said it was just going to be 'the boys', not..." I'm not a stripper yet." Sherry interrupted. She realized she could lie at this point, and possibly. She remembered putting her hands up to protest but it did little good, as Ron's hands furiously stripped her clothing. Betsy knew that she didn't help Ron but one by one he undid the buttons of her blouse until the front hung open. She flinched when Ron grabbed the loose material and swiftly stripped it from her body. When he yanked her bra strap and pulled the garment from her heaving chest, she felt like dying.Betsy stood frozen on the spot and she could see the two men devouring her. She gave a mischievous giggle. "I have to confess that Lime's little soliquoy is one of my party pieces. Friends get me to recite it when I've had too much to drink."She pulled back her shoulders, drawing attention to the lovely firm breasts beneath her blouse. I could see she was wearing a black bra. "Would you like to hear it?" Sure."She coughed to clear her throat. "Sorry, but I can't do the Wells growl. Here goes: 'Remember under the Borgias? In 300 years of murder, terror and bloodshed,. THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOUS PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my ballsOr anywhere at allThe flea is pleasedTo pleasure me.FEMALE MIMICRYWomen are too beautiful to.