08-04-2008, 04:27 PM
East Gymnasium Written by Gojira
The sun beat down heavily as Jennifer strode towards the east gym. Her day had not gone exactly according to plans; she'd originally planned to wake up at 8, shower, and head off to the gym by 8:30, with plenty of time to work out before her lunch date with Alex. But then her sister had called, and she'd gone to look after her 3-year old niece while Camille went to talk to her other child's school principal. As such, it was now nearly 10:00, and Jen had hardly any time to do anything, maybe just a quick run around the track. To top it all off, since she was having lunch with Alex in two short hours, she was dressed very nicely; white cotton blouse tucked in with a silky black pair of slacks, which showed off her very impressive figure (topped off by long auburn hair that lightly bounced off her shoulders; Alex was certainly one lucky son of a bitch, but it certainly didn't help keep her cool in the scorching hot sun. Reluctantly, she'd gotten out of her car and moved as quickly as possible towards the gym doors, to get out of the sun and into the relatively cooler locker room. At least then she could change into something more comfortable.
If she'd bothered, she might have noticed that another truck, a rather banged up white Dodge 88 Ram Charger, was parked near the gym doors. Of course, she didn't bother, primarily because she had no reason to, but also because she was in a hurry. She reached the door, flung it open, turned right to go down the stairs, and immediately walked into a woman who'd been standing there smoking. "Oh, I'm sorry," Jen said, then added "You know you're not supposed to smoke here," and turned to walk away, but was immediately grabbed from behind and jolted backwards. The hands that had grabbed her immediately pulled her arms back behind her.
The figure ahead of her was dressed in your typical "biker bitch" fashion. Leather jacket, tight jeans, a black cutoff T-shirt, matted hair. She was wearing leather gloves with the fingers cut off, showing off some very nice long black nails. Jen couldn't tell who had grabbed her from behind, but she guess it was a woman. She started to scream, but immediately the woman holding her placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled a bit, but that only caused the woman's grip on her arms to tighten, pressing them farther behind her back, and causing her already prominent chest to stand out further. "Well, that wasn't hard at all," the woman behind her said. "Bitch practically walked into our arms."
The woman in front of her said nothing. Instead, she simply walked up to Jen, took a whiff of her cigarette, and blew it out in her face, causing Jen to let out a slight cough. "What was that you were saying about not smoking in here?" she asked. "Yeah, Sheri, she don't like your smoking," the woman from behind said. "Perhaps you should put the cigarette out." "I like that idea," Sheri said. Placing the cigarette back in her mouth, she reached out and untucked Jen's shirt from her slacks. "I like that idea a lot," she cooed, as she unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of her blouse and pulled it back, exposing Jen's belly button. With a slight smile on her face, Sheri took the cigarette out from her mouth and brought it down towards Jen's stomach. "Here you go, bitch. No more smoking." With that, Sheri stuck the cigarette in Jen's belly button. Jen tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth prevented any noise from coming out. An intense jolt of pain seared through her, but no sooner had it started when Sheri took the cigarette out and threw it on the ground. "Okay, no more playing, it's time to get down to business," she said.
The hand behind her moved away from her mouth. Immediately Jen screamed for help.
"Go ahead and scream, bitch. Ain't no one around here's gonna hear ya!"
"Wh-wh-who are you? What do you want from me?" Jen half-asked, half-whimpered.
"Oh, you do ask the questions! Well, I'm Sheri. This here's Melinda."
Melinda made her way of saying hello by squeezing Jen's hands painfully.
"You could say we're. . . business partners with your boyfriend Alex."
"Yeah, and Alex is a little late on his business," Melinda chimed in, screaming directly in her ear. "So we've decided to show him that we don't take s--- from nobody."
Tears welled up in Jen's eyes as she heard those words.
"We're gonna prove it to him too, although," and as Sheri spoke a twinge of phony sympathy entered her voice, "The bad news is, baby, we're going to have to use you to get the message across."
"But I haven't done anything!" Jen sobbed.
"I know! That's the best part!" Sheri exclaimed, and began unbuttoning the other buttons of Jen's blouse. "You see," she continued as she did her handiwork, "Alex seemed to think that he could simply ignore us, be late with his payments, and we wouldn't do anything about it." She was halfway through Jen's shirt now, her entire belly was exposed; the cool air against her stomach made her nipples slightly erect. "But that's where he was wrong. We decided he needed to be taught a lesson."
With one remaining button left, Sheri stopped, and looked straight into Jen's eyes. It was a look of pure chill, no compassion whatsoever. "And the only way of doing so, is to bring harm to something he really, truly loves, something that he would never want to see hurt, someone so dear to his heart, that only her safety is what truly matters to him. And the lucky winner, Jen Armstrong, is you."
With that, she ripped off the final button of Jen's blouse, and yanked the shirt open, revealing a very trim stomach, and a white cotton bra covering two very generous breasts. "Hmm, very nice," she said, as she ran her hand against Jen's tummy. The leather was rough against her skin, and Jen began to whimper very silently. One of Sheri's fingers began tracing the line of her pants, ever so slightly dipping underneath, rubbing her lower belly. "Verrry nice, almost a shame to waste it."
"Watch it Sheri, don't excite her too much!" Melinda chimed in.
"Shut up, Mel!" Sheri said. "I'm just giving her a little fun!" Then to Jen, she whispered, "Can't blame me for trying."
With that, she removed her hand and, clenching it into a fist, rammed it straight into Jen's belly button. Jen doubled over, a loud "whoouumph" escaped her mouth before the hand was placed back over it. She tried to bend down and hold her aching belly, but Melinda's other hand still held her firmly in place. Just as she'd regained some of her breath, Sheri took another swing, this time slightly to the left of her belly button, then another hand hit her in the right. Colors started appearing before Jen's eyes, as the world started spinning, and she felt like collapsing. But Melinda still held her. "Hmm, very soft. It's amazing really," Sheri said. "I was expecting more from a 28-year old rich bitch. Oh well. I hope you liked your test, Jenny! Cause the real fun's about to begin."
Jenny closer her eyes, she could no longer bare to see what was happening. The thought of it was bad enough. Or so she thought. She heard the leather of Sheri's jacket stretching back. She heard Sheri inhale, she could swear she heard the wind fly through her captor's arm as it flew towards her. If she'd bothered, she would have heard the hollow whoomp of Sheri's hand as it dove into her lower abdomen; but by that time, her senses were overwhelmed by the awful pain of the punch, three times harder than the previous "tests."
Again she tried to double over, protect herself from any further abuse. But Melinda's grip was strong. Sheri brought her hand out of Jen's tummy and immediately went back again, hitting her in the exact same place, the dead center, right on her belly button. By now Jen was gasping for air, trying desperately to loosen Melinda's grip, but losing strength at the same time. She opened her eyes, and saw Sheri's fist on a direct course for her aching belly once again. Instantly, she tightened her stomach muscles as best she could, to at least prevent some of the punch from succeeding. She prayed to God Sheri didn't notice.
Three more punches to her belly button, and Sheri began hitting in a circular motion around ground zero. Slowly but surely, large red welts began appearing where Sheri had punched Jen's soft stomach. Sheri stood back, admiring her handiwork. A large circle of red surrounded Jen's belly button.
"What do you think, Mel?"
"Good color," Mel cooed. "Mm, wonder how it'd look on her titties, don't you?"
"Oh behave, Mel!" Sheri replied, sultry as ever. "There's plenty of time for that."
Glancing down again, Sheri was almost ready to punch when she noticed something. "Oo, look at that." Spreading her hand out and running it along Jen's stomach, she said, "Poor thing. Her tummy is so tight! I'd better loosen it up before we continue." Jen managed to wince out a meager "no." Sheri had discovered her only shield, and she shuddered to think what might happen without it.
Moving up directly in front of her, Sheri moved both her hands to Jen, and began massaging her belly. Jen rolled her eyes back, and bit her lip. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, yet she knew what would happen when it was over. Little by little, Sheri moved her hands up and down Jen's tummy, gently rubbing every inch, running her fingers gingerly around her sore areas, sticking a long black fingernail playfully in her belly button. Completely helpless to what was happening, Jen could only stand there and pray to God it would end soon. She was supposed to be at lunch with Alex, maybe he'd get worried and come looking for her. Maybe then they could settle their business conflict with him, rather than using her as a means of revenge. She could hardly take any more of this; her naked belly was the subject to their amusement, their desires, and their whims. It was so humiliating, it was so horrifying, it was so. . . erotic. There was something wrong, something Sheri was doing was causing Jen to feel quite excited. She knew it wasn't the punching, it was more the way she was being touched right now, that made her feel. . . she didn't want to think about it.
Sheri ran her fingernail along Jen's lower stomach, and watched it twitch. "Awww, look Mel, Little Jenny's ticklish!" With that, she moved her fingers up and down Jen's ribs, lightly brushing each one. Jen began to twitch even more, and a slight smile came across her face. "P-p-please," she half giggled. "Stop. Please, stop." "You got it!" Sheri said suddenly, and with that she put her hands on Jen's shoulders, and brought her knee up against her vulnerable belly.
Don't worry, there's more coming soon. It won't be long before Mel will get into the fun, and I have a feeling a little more clothing is going to be lost as well. . .
"Hmm, very soft. It's amazing really," Sheri said. "I was expecting more from a 28-year old rich bitch. Oh well. I hope you liked your test, Jenny! Cause the real fun's about to begin." Jenny closer her eyes, she could no longer bare to see what was happening. The thought of it was bad enough. Or so she thought. She heard the leather of Sheri's jacket stretching back. She heard Sheri inhale, she could swear she heard the wind fly through her captor's arm as it flew towards her. If she'd bothered, she would have heard the hollow whoomp of Sheri's hand as it dove into her lower abdomen; but by that time, her senses were overwhelmed by the awful pain of the punch, three times harder than the previous "tests."
Again she tried to double over, protect herself from any further abuse. But Melinda's grip was strong. Sheri brought her hand out of Jen's tummy and immediately went back again, hitting her in the exact same place, the dead center, right on her belly button. By now Jen was gasping for air, trying desperately to loosen Melinda's grip, but losing strength at the same time. She opened her eyes, and saw Sheri's fist on a direct course for her aching belly once again. Instantly, she tightened her stomach muscles as best she could, to at least prevent some of the punch from succeeding. She prayed to God Sheri didn't notice.
Three more punches to her belly button, and Sheri began hitting in a circular motion around ground zero. Slowly but surely, large red welts began appearing where Sheri had punched Jen's soft stomach. Sheri stood back, admiring her handiwork. A large circle of red surrounded Jen's belly button. "What do you think, Mel?" "Good color," Mel cooed. "Mm, wonder how it'd look on her titties, don't you?" "Oh behave, Mel!" Sheri replied, sultry as ever. "There's plenty of time for that."
Glancing down again, Sheri was almost ready to punch when she noticed something. "Oo, look at that." Spreading her hand out and running it along Jen's stomach, she said, "Poor thing. Her tummy is so tight! I'd better loosen it up before we continue." Jen managed to wince out a meager "no." Sheri had discovered her only shield, and she shuddered to think what might happen without it.
Moving up directly in front of her, Sheri moved both her hands to Jen, and began massaging her belly. Jen rolled her eyes back, and bit her lip. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, yet she knew what would happen when it was over. Little by little, Sheri moved her hands up and down Jen's tummy, gently rubbing every inch, running her fingers gingerly around her sore areas, sticking a long black fingernail playfully in her belly button. Completely helpless to what was happening, Jen could only stand there and pray to God it would end soon. She was supposed to be at lunch with Alex, maybe he'd get worried and come looking for her. Maybe then they could settle their business conflict with him, rather than using her as a means of revenge. She could hardly take any more of this; her naked belly was the subject to their amusement, their desires, and their whims. It was so humiliating, it was so horrifying, it was so. . . erotic. There was something wrong, something Sheri was doing was causing Jen to feel quite excited. She knew it wasn't the punching, it was more the way she was being touched right now, that made her feel. . . she didn't want to think about it.
Sheri ran her fingernail along Jen's lower stomach, and watched it twitch. "Awww, look Mel! Little Jenny's ticklish!" With that, she moved her fingers up and down Jen's ribs, lightly brushing each one. Jen began to twitch even more, and a slight smile came across her face. "P-p-please," she half giggled. "Stop. Please, stop." "You got it!" Sheri said suddenly, and with that she put her hands on Jen's shoulders, and brought her knee up against her vulnerable belly.
Don't worry, there's more coming soon. It won't be long before Mel will get into the fun, and I have a feeling a little more clothing is going
The sun beat down heavily as Jennifer strode towards the east gym. Her day had not gone exactly according to plans; she'd originally planned to wake up at 8, shower, and head off to the gym by 8:30, with plenty of time to work out before her lunch date with Alex. But then her sister had called, and she'd gone to look after her 3-year old niece while Camille went to talk to her other child's school principal. As such, it was now nearly 10:00, and Jen had hardly any time to do anything, maybe just a quick run around the track. To top it all off, since she was having lunch with Alex in two short hours, she was dressed very nicely; white cotton blouse tucked in with a silky black pair of slacks, which showed off her very impressive figure (topped off by long auburn hair that lightly bounced off her shoulders; Alex was certainly one lucky son of a bitch, but it certainly didn't help keep her cool in the scorching hot sun. Reluctantly, she'd gotten out of her car and moved as quickly as possible towards the gym doors, to get out of the sun and into the relatively cooler locker room. At least then she could change into something more comfortable.
If she'd bothered, she might have noticed that another truck, a rather banged up white Dodge 88 Ram Charger, was parked near the gym doors. Of course, she didn't bother, primarily because she had no reason to, but also because she was in a hurry. She reached the door, flung it open, turned right to go down the stairs, and immediately walked into a woman who'd been standing there smoking. "Oh, I'm sorry," Jen said, then added "You know you're not supposed to smoke here," and turned to walk away, but was immediately grabbed from behind and jolted backwards. The hands that had grabbed her immediately pulled her arms back behind her.
The figure ahead of her was dressed in your typical "biker bitch" fashion. Leather jacket, tight jeans, a black cutoff T-shirt, matted hair. She was wearing leather gloves with the fingers cut off, showing off some very nice long black nails. Jen couldn't tell who had grabbed her from behind, but she guess it was a woman. She started to scream, but immediately the woman holding her placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled a bit, but that only caused the woman's grip on her arms to tighten, pressing them farther behind her back, and causing her already prominent chest to stand out further. "Well, that wasn't hard at all," the woman behind her said. "Bitch practically walked into our arms."
The woman in front of her said nothing. Instead, she simply walked up to Jen, took a whiff of her cigarette, and blew it out in her face, causing Jen to let out a slight cough. "What was that you were saying about not smoking in here?" she asked. "Yeah, Sheri, she don't like your smoking," the woman from behind said. "Perhaps you should put the cigarette out." "I like that idea," Sheri said. Placing the cigarette back in her mouth, she reached out and untucked Jen's shirt from her slacks. "I like that idea a lot," she cooed, as she unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of her blouse and pulled it back, exposing Jen's belly button. With a slight smile on her face, Sheri took the cigarette out from her mouth and brought it down towards Jen's stomach. "Here you go, bitch. No more smoking." With that, Sheri stuck the cigarette in Jen's belly button. Jen tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth prevented any noise from coming out. An intense jolt of pain seared through her, but no sooner had it started when Sheri took the cigarette out and threw it on the ground. "Okay, no more playing, it's time to get down to business," she said.
The hand behind her moved away from her mouth. Immediately Jen screamed for help.
"Go ahead and scream, bitch. Ain't no one around here's gonna hear ya!"
"Wh-wh-who are you? What do you want from me?" Jen half-asked, half-whimpered.
"Oh, you do ask the questions! Well, I'm Sheri. This here's Melinda."
Melinda made her way of saying hello by squeezing Jen's hands painfully.
"You could say we're. . . business partners with your boyfriend Alex."
"Yeah, and Alex is a little late on his business," Melinda chimed in, screaming directly in her ear. "So we've decided to show him that we don't take s--- from nobody."
Tears welled up in Jen's eyes as she heard those words.
"We're gonna prove it to him too, although," and as Sheri spoke a twinge of phony sympathy entered her voice, "The bad news is, baby, we're going to have to use you to get the message across."
"But I haven't done anything!" Jen sobbed.
"I know! That's the best part!" Sheri exclaimed, and began unbuttoning the other buttons of Jen's blouse. "You see," she continued as she did her handiwork, "Alex seemed to think that he could simply ignore us, be late with his payments, and we wouldn't do anything about it." She was halfway through Jen's shirt now, her entire belly was exposed; the cool air against her stomach made her nipples slightly erect. "But that's where he was wrong. We decided he needed to be taught a lesson."
With one remaining button left, Sheri stopped, and looked straight into Jen's eyes. It was a look of pure chill, no compassion whatsoever. "And the only way of doing so, is to bring harm to something he really, truly loves, something that he would never want to see hurt, someone so dear to his heart, that only her safety is what truly matters to him. And the lucky winner, Jen Armstrong, is you."
With that, she ripped off the final button of Jen's blouse, and yanked the shirt open, revealing a very trim stomach, and a white cotton bra covering two very generous breasts. "Hmm, very nice," she said, as she ran her hand against Jen's tummy. The leather was rough against her skin, and Jen began to whimper very silently. One of Sheri's fingers began tracing the line of her pants, ever so slightly dipping underneath, rubbing her lower belly. "Verrry nice, almost a shame to waste it."
"Watch it Sheri, don't excite her too much!" Melinda chimed in.
"Shut up, Mel!" Sheri said. "I'm just giving her a little fun!" Then to Jen, she whispered, "Can't blame me for trying."
With that, she removed her hand and, clenching it into a fist, rammed it straight into Jen's belly button. Jen doubled over, a loud "whoouumph" escaped her mouth before the hand was placed back over it. She tried to bend down and hold her aching belly, but Melinda's other hand still held her firmly in place. Just as she'd regained some of her breath, Sheri took another swing, this time slightly to the left of her belly button, then another hand hit her in the right. Colors started appearing before Jen's eyes, as the world started spinning, and she felt like collapsing. But Melinda still held her. "Hmm, very soft. It's amazing really," Sheri said. "I was expecting more from a 28-year old rich bitch. Oh well. I hope you liked your test, Jenny! Cause the real fun's about to begin."
Jenny closer her eyes, she could no longer bare to see what was happening. The thought of it was bad enough. Or so she thought. She heard the leather of Sheri's jacket stretching back. She heard Sheri inhale, she could swear she heard the wind fly through her captor's arm as it flew towards her. If she'd bothered, she would have heard the hollow whoomp of Sheri's hand as it dove into her lower abdomen; but by that time, her senses were overwhelmed by the awful pain of the punch, three times harder than the previous "tests."
Again she tried to double over, protect herself from any further abuse. But Melinda's grip was strong. Sheri brought her hand out of Jen's tummy and immediately went back again, hitting her in the exact same place, the dead center, right on her belly button. By now Jen was gasping for air, trying desperately to loosen Melinda's grip, but losing strength at the same time. She opened her eyes, and saw Sheri's fist on a direct course for her aching belly once again. Instantly, she tightened her stomach muscles as best she could, to at least prevent some of the punch from succeeding. She prayed to God Sheri didn't notice.
Three more punches to her belly button, and Sheri began hitting in a circular motion around ground zero. Slowly but surely, large red welts began appearing where Sheri had punched Jen's soft stomach. Sheri stood back, admiring her handiwork. A large circle of red surrounded Jen's belly button.
"What do you think, Mel?"
"Good color," Mel cooed. "Mm, wonder how it'd look on her titties, don't you?"
"Oh behave, Mel!" Sheri replied, sultry as ever. "There's plenty of time for that."
Glancing down again, Sheri was almost ready to punch when she noticed something. "Oo, look at that." Spreading her hand out and running it along Jen's stomach, she said, "Poor thing. Her tummy is so tight! I'd better loosen it up before we continue." Jen managed to wince out a meager "no." Sheri had discovered her only shield, and she shuddered to think what might happen without it.
Moving up directly in front of her, Sheri moved both her hands to Jen, and began massaging her belly. Jen rolled her eyes back, and bit her lip. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, yet she knew what would happen when it was over. Little by little, Sheri moved her hands up and down Jen's tummy, gently rubbing every inch, running her fingers gingerly around her sore areas, sticking a long black fingernail playfully in her belly button. Completely helpless to what was happening, Jen could only stand there and pray to God it would end soon. She was supposed to be at lunch with Alex, maybe he'd get worried and come looking for her. Maybe then they could settle their business conflict with him, rather than using her as a means of revenge. She could hardly take any more of this; her naked belly was the subject to their amusement, their desires, and their whims. It was so humiliating, it was so horrifying, it was so. . . erotic. There was something wrong, something Sheri was doing was causing Jen to feel quite excited. She knew it wasn't the punching, it was more the way she was being touched right now, that made her feel. . . she didn't want to think about it.
Sheri ran her fingernail along Jen's lower stomach, and watched it twitch. "Awww, look Mel, Little Jenny's ticklish!" With that, she moved her fingers up and down Jen's ribs, lightly brushing each one. Jen began to twitch even more, and a slight smile came across her face. "P-p-please," she half giggled. "Stop. Please, stop." "You got it!" Sheri said suddenly, and with that she put her hands on Jen's shoulders, and brought her knee up against her vulnerable belly.
Don't worry, there's more coming soon. It won't be long before Mel will get into the fun, and I have a feeling a little more clothing is going to be lost as well. . .
"Hmm, very soft. It's amazing really," Sheri said. "I was expecting more from a 28-year old rich bitch. Oh well. I hope you liked your test, Jenny! Cause the real fun's about to begin." Jenny closer her eyes, she could no longer bare to see what was happening. The thought of it was bad enough. Or so she thought. She heard the leather of Sheri's jacket stretching back. She heard Sheri inhale, she could swear she heard the wind fly through her captor's arm as it flew towards her. If she'd bothered, she would have heard the hollow whoomp of Sheri's hand as it dove into her lower abdomen; but by that time, her senses were overwhelmed by the awful pain of the punch, three times harder than the previous "tests."
Again she tried to double over, protect herself from any further abuse. But Melinda's grip was strong. Sheri brought her hand out of Jen's tummy and immediately went back again, hitting her in the exact same place, the dead center, right on her belly button. By now Jen was gasping for air, trying desperately to loosen Melinda's grip, but losing strength at the same time. She opened her eyes, and saw Sheri's fist on a direct course for her aching belly once again. Instantly, she tightened her stomach muscles as best she could, to at least prevent some of the punch from succeeding. She prayed to God Sheri didn't notice.
Three more punches to her belly button, and Sheri began hitting in a circular motion around ground zero. Slowly but surely, large red welts began appearing where Sheri had punched Jen's soft stomach. Sheri stood back, admiring her handiwork. A large circle of red surrounded Jen's belly button. "What do you think, Mel?" "Good color," Mel cooed. "Mm, wonder how it'd look on her titties, don't you?" "Oh behave, Mel!" Sheri replied, sultry as ever. "There's plenty of time for that."
Glancing down again, Sheri was almost ready to punch when she noticed something. "Oo, look at that." Spreading her hand out and running it along Jen's stomach, she said, "Poor thing. Her tummy is so tight! I'd better loosen it up before we continue." Jen managed to wince out a meager "no." Sheri had discovered her only shield, and she shuddered to think what might happen without it.
Moving up directly in front of her, Sheri moved both her hands to Jen, and began massaging her belly. Jen rolled her eyes back, and bit her lip. The feeling was so intense, so wonderful, yet she knew what would happen when it was over. Little by little, Sheri moved her hands up and down Jen's tummy, gently rubbing every inch, running her fingers gingerly around her sore areas, sticking a long black fingernail playfully in her belly button. Completely helpless to what was happening, Jen could only stand there and pray to God it would end soon. She was supposed to be at lunch with Alex, maybe he'd get worried and come looking for her. Maybe then they could settle their business conflict with him, rather than using her as a means of revenge. She could hardly take any more of this; her naked belly was the subject to their amusement, their desires, and their whims. It was so humiliating, it was so horrifying, it was so. . . erotic. There was something wrong, something Sheri was doing was causing Jen to feel quite excited. She knew it wasn't the punching, it was more the way she was being touched right now, that made her feel. . . she didn't want to think about it.
Sheri ran her fingernail along Jen's lower stomach, and watched it twitch. "Awww, look Mel! Little Jenny's ticklish!" With that, she moved her fingers up and down Jen's ribs, lightly brushing each one. Jen began to twitch even more, and a slight smile came across her face. "P-p-please," she half giggled. "Stop. Please, stop." "You got it!" Sheri said suddenly, and with that she put her hands on Jen's shoulders, and brought her knee up against her vulnerable belly.
Don't worry, there's more coming soon. It won't be long before Mel will get into the fun, and I have a feeling a little more clothing is going
