Tiffany's Toys

I turn and look toward Tiffany, submissively looking to take a queue from her on how I should proceed. I find myself smiling her way and after a few seconds, I felt her hand softly pressing upon the small of my back, not so subtly pushing me toward and through the crowd. I can feel them staring at my naked body, and find myself quite enjoying the exposure. I feel a soft breeze across my exposed mammaries, reminding me

I quietly allow myself to be slowly led through, the group. I can feel their hands upon my exposed body, from my arms, hanging at my sides, to my waist, waist, breasts, and ass. As I'm made to slowly march through the many onlookers, I can hear Tiffany extolling to the group, "Go on, touch her if you want. Don't worry, the Slut won't mind. Believe me."

Just as I pass through the group, I feel Tiffany get a hold of my hand, and I quickly find myself being turned around. I'm facing the group of onlookers, which seems to have grown even larger than I would have ever expected. Quite enjoying her power over me, she slowly leads me back toward the group, making the anticipation making me flustered, but I manage to keep my cool despite the wait.

I keep my silence, enjoying the attention, as I'm led through the bulk of the group. I can feel their hands upon me, and touching me all the more intimately than before. I can feel one pinch on my nipple, which is soon followed by another stoutly slapping me on the ass. It quickly becomes clear that if they had any trepidation to touch me before, it's long gone by now. I feel the dampness between my legs growing as I slowly walk forward, and always I can feel Tiffany's hand on the small of my back, prodding me to keep going at a slow and level pace.

This time, she puts her hand on my waist when I'm in the middle of the crowd, leaving me surrounded on all sides. I hold myself casual, aware of them watching, and yes, grasping at me as I wait to see what she has in mind ...