She slowly wakes up to the party, already in progress.

Candace was so incredibly tired that, despite the circumstances, she slept like a rock. She welcomed the brief reprieve from her shameful situation. She tossed and turned in her sleep, dead to the world.

Her body remained on the edge, still worked up and fitful. She did her best to ignore it, but she couldn't keep her arousal from entering her **** thought. She only hoped, as she drifted off again, that she'd wake up feeling normal.

In Candace's dream, she was in some vague, public location, her hands tied above her head to bare her body to passing townspeople. As these strangers passed, some would reach out and touch her exposed body. A pinch to her nipple, a poke of her clit, a rub of her stomach - she dreamt vividly of hands all over her body. Her own fault, she somehow knew, since she was completely naked. She was the one who had left her entire body uncovered, unprotected.

She heard their snide words as they passed.

"Oh, man, you weren't joking," a woman said with a snicker.

Candace moved her hips, pressing her legs together. She felt wind tickle the front of her body, and shivered. Her pussy was incredibly wet, and only increased at the attention.

"Wow," a man said, and as he passed, he gave her chest a grope. Candace arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, moaning in short little gasps. She heard laughter from all around her.

Then, she felt a gentle hand on her pussy, rubbing her lips. Candace groaned, thrusting herself against the fingers. She strained against the ropes around her wrists. "She's horny as fuck."

At this particular invasion of her privacy, Candace began to wake up. As the fingers pressed deeper into her, Candace thought for a moment of David fingering her and her body overrode her brain - Candace rolled her hips against the hand, trying to get off as much as she could, knowing David wouldn't give her another chance and she had to be fast.

Then, she realized the hand was much too slim and delicate to be David's. With a gasp, Candace's eyes flew open.

To her horror, Candace had flipped over onto her back, exposing her obviously aroused pussy and naked tits to the room. Even worse, the room was full of strangers. Loud music was playing, people were drinking beers, they were dancing. And they were all staring at her nude form.

Candace screamed, barely heard over the music. She came back into herself, quickly getting a bearing on her surroundings. In her dream, her hands had been tied above her head, but in reality, a man was holding her wrists tightly, preventing her from covering up. She tried to tuck her legs up against her chest, but realized someone was sitting on her shins.

This was the woman who was rubbing her pussy, she realized. She smiled at Candace, continuing her massage. "Good morning, sunshine," she said. "You one of David's art friends?"

Candace was disoriented, still looking around the packed room. She desperately searched for David, despairing that he was her best option. She wondered if she should just relax, and give in to the woman's touch.