Mega-Mom exposed!

Boots, gloves, belt, top, bottoms. Now Mega-Mom stood in only her utilitarian underwear, with the eyes of dozens of civilians on her. Mercifully, the bomber had allowed her to keep her mask, but only because, in his words, "I could care less about your face, what I want is that body.

"Please," Mega-Mom said, pleading, "don't make me go any further. At least not with children around."

"And what do I get if I let them go?" the bomber asked, holding the detonator out gesturing towards a little girl.

Mega-Mom blushed. "A show. For you, for everyone. Just let the children go."

"A show? You mean, uh..." the bomber said, trailing off into a stutter. He rubbed his chin for a moment before finally gesturing towards the main doors. "The kids go. But if I see one parent go with'em, so help me I'll blow this place."

As instructed, every child left, dashing into the waiting arms of the police that had gathered in the time she bought by stripping slowly. She glanced at the other hostages, their fearful eyes firmly set on her. Would she do it? Would she **** herself in front of others?

As she pulled her black bra off, the naughty voice in the back of her head echoed loudly. Fuck yes she will. Before her rational mind could protest, her panties were off, and her fingers were buried in her cunt, as eyes on all sides drank it in.

She loved every second of it.