The bastard let out a hearty laugh. I felt a rage burn in side of me, but felt powerless to do anything about it.
“Sit down”, the asshole motioned in the direction of the chair with his gun, while definitely speaking to Ben.
Ben’s penis immediately deflated…at that moment, had to ask myself in my head as to why I was even noticing that. Shook my head cast out the thought.
Ben sat down in the chair while the perpetrator unlocked one side of the cuffs before slipping them through a bar on the back of the seat.
Ben just sat there…arms behind his back, completely nude. How embarrassed he must be.
“Ok ho bitch…now you. Take them off”, he waved the gun from my feet to my head and then down again.
“What the fuck…really?” I thought, wasn’t enough for him to have my breast hanging out in front of my son, but…everything?
“Honky bitch…DID I STUTTER? Or are you just stupid?” he pointed the gun at Ben’s head.
I unbuttoned my blouse, trying not to make eye contact with Ben, but could see peripherally that he was watching me so I tried to turn away.
“LISTEN BITCH…FACE YOUR FUCKING SON AND STRIP!” The asshole was enjoying this.
Let my blouse fall to the floor and spun my bra around to unclasp it since both my breasts were exposed now anyway.
As I dropped my bra, Ben’s penis came back to attention…tried not to directly look at it, but somehow had trouble averting my eyes. Ben’s eyes seemed riveted on my chest.
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