Berry sits on the counter and plays with herself

Berry stood there mesmerized, she didn't want the boys to touch her, but touching herself in front of them? The thought of that alone almost made her pass out.

But that wasn't it, unfortunately; the more the boys repeated the order, the hotter she could feel her body getting, her stiff nipples ached with a dull pulse, and her pussy, now glistening with moisture, twitched in anticipation.

"If I do this..." Berry's voice was shaking, but she wanted to avoid dealing with another plot twist like she experienced just now, mustering up all her courage, she negotiated the bargain "I get my shorts and apron immediately?"

The boys seemed to debate this, and after a very short, hushed discussion, they nodded in agreement.

Berry stumbled backwards until she bumped into the counter, with arms that trembled so hard she was barely able to raise herself to sit on it, a moment further passed before Berry reached down in between legs that were still clamped shut.

The boys had none of it.

"The entire point is for us to see this." one said as they grabbed hold of her creamy white thighs and pried them open.

Berry didn't stop at the sudden exposure, quite the opposite; not only did she nearly orgasm on the spot, her fingers, now openly toying with her clit, picked up the pace.

Berry gasped, her other hand reached up and squeezed her luscious and large breasts, the hand on her pussy snuck down and into her sopping wet hole, it began to thrust in and out rhythmically, in the quiet store, the sounds of her juices churned by her busy fingers were loud and clear.

As the tension in her body mounted, Berry was beginning to struggle with keeping her voice down; she knew making too much noise would alert her boss, but somehow she'd never experienced anything like this thrill, her voice was beginning to leak out and she began to panic, until:

"Whoops, can't have you making a scene." one of the boys whispered as he fished something out of his pocket and thrust it into her open mouth, she only caught a glimpse of it, but she was almost certain.

Those are her panties!

That did it, the degrading position she found herself in pushed her over the edge, and Berry came on the spot, her voice muffled by her soft gag as she tensed up and creamed the smooth surface of the counter.

Berry's vision turned blurry, she was only tangentially aware of what was going on around her, senses only delivering the minimum stimulus, none of it was useful, her body told her that the only thing that mattered was the orgasm washing all over her like warm honey.

Once Berry regained her bearings, she found that...