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Chapter 33 by Writerofsmut02 Writerofsmut02

Does he start?

Tyrone stops him

"Hey, hey, hey," Tyrone says, laughing. "Let's not be too hasty. We want to enjoy this, don't we?" Andre pauses, his hands still on your body. He looks at Tyrone, his expression unreadable. Tyrone turns to you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's make this interesting," he says, a sly smile on his face.

"I propose a little game. You have to strip for us, and if you do a good job, we'll let you go unharmed. But if you don't, well, let's just say you won't like the consequences." You feel your heart racing as you look around the room, your eyes pleading for help. But the other guys in the room just laugh and cheer, urging you to start.

Tyrone nods to Andre, who takes a step back, letting go of you. "Go on, start," he says, his voice low and menacing.

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You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands. You slowly begin to unbutton your shirt, your fingers fumbling with the buttons. You manage to undo the top few buttons, but your hands are shaking so badly that you can barely keep them steady. You can feel the eyes of all the men in the room on you, their gazes making your skin crawl.

Tyrone chuckles and shakes his head. "Come on, babe, is that the best you can do? You're a pro, aren't you? Show us what you've got."

You try to steady your trembling hands, but they won't cooperate. You manage to undo a few more buttons, but it's not enough for the men in the room. Andre's frustration grows, and he takes a step towards you, his eyes darkening. "You're wasting our time," he growls, his breath hot on your face. Before you can react, his rough hands are on your shirt, tearing at the fabric with a ferocity that takes you by surprise. Buttons fly in all directions as he rips the shirt open, exposing your bra and bare skin to the room full of leering men.

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You gasp in shock, your heart racing as you try to cover yourself up. But Andre is relentless, his hands tearing at your skirt and underwear with equal abandon. Within moments, you are standing in front of the roomful of men, completely naked and exposed.

Does he stop Andre again?

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