You squirm.

"How are you now?"

You bob up and down, arms around your torso, not sure what to do, or how to calm your nerves. You find yourself constantly glancing around yourself, wondering if anyone is coming. What if someone does? She has your top, and your bra, and you're not getting either back. She also stands between you and the door. You're completely trapped. In this safe space Hannah created for you, she's doing a wondrous job fulfilling your fantasies--some you didn't even know you had. You feel the rush. It's just like yesterday. Your pussy is burning, and you know that once you start moving, it's going to get even worse. You could move your hands down there... It would feel so good. You could do what you did the other day, and start...

No, no! Not in front of her. You need to keep it together.

"Your face is beet red, Jane. You're breathing heavy, like... a woman, laying back on a bed, being pleasured. It's amazing to watch."

Do you really look like that? The thought is humiliating, but she hasn't followed it up with a comment saying she's just teasing.

A bush behind you rustles, and you jump. Still covering up, you turn around to see a squirrel come running out, between your legs, and off into the distance. For a moment, you thought someone was peeping.

Then, you turn back around, and you start to really notice how much she isn't taking her eyes off you.

You were worrying about others catching you, but Hannah already did that. She's staring at you right now! You wonder why you didn't really think about it before. Perhaps it's the logic of being in a dressing room with other women. But now that you think about it, she's quite attractive, and if she's ogling you, and... oh no. She's probably thinking all sorts of naughty things.

You tense up. Your breathing quickens. You're practically a pinup model for Hannah's pleasure, and it feels... good.