'Yes, ' he boasted, 'The vicar said it was for security, but he's a liar! The camera switches on when she turns on the light and it records everything... onto a tape in the vestry. I soon twigged it's for him!' Smee laughed. 'He doesn't know I take a copy of every tape.'We were crouched over a monitor in Smee's workshop looking at the colored image of a mature woman masturbating. She was in her early thirties, I guessed, and a natural blonde. She had trimmed her pubic hairs neatly but a golden. She nodded at one of the men, and a tall one stood up, grabbing my wrists and holding them high, forcing me onto tip-toe.Sal reached her arms around me, rubbing her body against mine as she started to undo the clip so she could unzip me. I kicked out, catching her shin. She yelled, then reached out, grabbed the dress at the front, and yanked hard. The dress ripped free, tearing along the seam to the waist, and showing everyone I had not bothered with a bra.Sal knelt, pulling hard and completing. They resumed their journey down to my waist. With just the tips of my fingers I began to feel the heat and moisture of my pussy that had manifested itself as the dark blue patch on the front of my yoga pants. They found their way to the front seams of my panties and I traced my fingers along them down to either side of my pussy. I used my fingers to press my labia together pinching my clit between them. "Holy shit, what the fuck has gotten into me?" Hearing myself gasp this breath and. "I said look up, Faggot." His stern voice growled as he squeezed my waist tighter. I immediately did so. My body was so small in front of his. I nearly collapsed when I saw how much my blush was beaming. He bent to the side and ran his hand down my legs. It felt so good. He ran his hand back up my leg and over my ass and back to my waist again. I could see him looking at me in the mirror. "You sure are a little Faggot aren't you?"I could tell he was waiting for a response. "Yes, Sir." Only this.