A Dastardly Double team!

Realising that Drowning Trish may not be their best course of action, though it would have made it easy to remove her dress, Stacy and Torrie reluctantly let the Canadian heart throb resurface. Trish burst from the water, gasping and gagging for air as she floundered across to the side of the pool and grabbing a hold of the side and clinging to it as she caught her breath, or at least before Torrie grabbed her by the hair and lifted her back to her feet. Trish could only let out a small whimper while Torrie grabbed Trish’s arms and held them behind her back, allowing Stacy to grab the neckline of Trish’s gown, making sure to get a quick cup of her enormous breasts at the same time and, with a smug wink to the nearest section of the crowd, started to slowly pull open the front of Trish’s outfit.

The neckline of Trish’s outfit took a little while to tear but when it did it was fast progress, opening up to reveal a lot more of Trish’s cleavage to the delight of the crowd. Trish was powerless with Torrie holding her hands to do anything to stop Stacy from revealing what looked like the top of a sexy purple bra as she teased the crowd. Leaving the torn front of the dress Stacy grabbed a bra strap and started to ping it playfully against Trish’s skin to the excitement of the wild crowd who suddenly had visions of this going much further than planned and encouraged by Torrie who was smiling evilly and willing Stay on.

“Don’t you dare you bitch” Trish yelled

Stacy mocked looking hurt, looking around at the crowd and then at Torrie in disbelief at Trish’s language, then she delivered another hard slap to Trish’s face, she staggered and slumped, held up by Torrie, who was not letting go of her arms.

“Give her another Stacy!” Torrie demanded, playing cheerleader for the leggier blond and standing Trish up again.

The situation for Trish was starting to seem grim and humiliating, she would need to find some way out of this predicament quickly.