Tremble on the mat, unable to gain control of your nerves!

With a giggle, Lorena lifted you a little further off the mat, enjoying your expression of helplessness. A swift jerk of her hands she put a tear in the collar of your top. "P-please don't-" Your whimper is interrupted by a loud rip as your top is split down the middle! You now lay on your back, breasts clad in only a soft bra and your lithe stomach moving in and out with each nervous breath.

You can see plainly that she has no intention of stopping there, "You want to be my bitch, don't you?" She asked, looking into your eyes. her hands leaning forwards and placing the palms of her hands on your breasts. You close your eyes, a sensation of pleasure ran through you like electricity. With a coo, you feel yourself become a little weaker.

Looking up at her, you see she seems quite pleased with herself.