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Chapter 23 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

What has she grabbed from the box?

Bolt cutters.

Hoisting a pair of bolt cutters, and wearing a giant, toothy smile on your face is an extremely uncommon method of looking reassuring, but my friends and me, manacled and half-naked, couldn't have possibly been more relieved at the sight of this woman.

Raquel struts up to Ming Zhao and Zelda, who position themselves at arms length from each other to ensure that the bolt cutter could get the perfect angle on their handcuff's chain. "I shall break the shackles of oppression." She quotes, snapping straight through the fetters.

I feel I should mention again just how unbelievably hot my crush looks in nothing besides her high heels, garter belt, stockings, and lacy purple thong; or, for that matter, how incredibly happy she and Zelda look to have both hands free, the first action they take with their unbound arms is to give Raquel a big, tender hug of profound gratitude, and I can't help but aww at the kind gesture.

The curvy black busker seems somewhat weirded out at having so much naked skin, including two pairs of breasts, pressed against her body, but she can't stifle her giggles when she hugs them back, taking care to remind them between chuckles, "Hey, please, girls, I still need to get his."

Breaking from the embrace, Raquel walks over to me, and places the jaws of her glorified wire-strippers on the chain binding my arms, before cutting right through it. Oh, that feels amazing, finally having free movement! Taking the opportunity to get comfortable again, I turn around, facing the busker when I attempt to get the obnoxious aches out of my bones, but, as I stretch my arms above my head, the knot on the blanket around my waist undoes, and the fabric falls to the ground at my feet, exposing my large penis to all three of the sexy women standing in front of me, with Raquel getting the closest view by far, staring wide-eyed and open mouthed, mere inches away from my cock.

I go through the familiar motions of throwing both hands over my crotch, and blushing vermillion in all-consuming humiliation as Ming Zhao gets another good, enraptured, eyeful.

This has been the most embarrassing day of my life. Will it ever end?

How do these ladies react next? I would definitely prefer if they continued to be sympathetic.

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