Tessa shrieks and covers her breasts

Realizing she was now topless, Tessa reacted without thinking. She shrieked and covered her hands with her breasts, wishing as she did that she didn't have so much to cover, because she knew instinctively that her hands weren't large enough to do the job.

Tessa was almost past the last of the envelopes before she realized what she was there to do. She reached out with her left hand and reached for the last of the envelopes. She missed it and watched in disappointment and alarm as the last envelope, having eluded her **** grasp, slide further and further away.

Then she was the bottom of the slide. She stood up and looked around. Her hands were still covering her breasts. She glowered at the applause from the audience. Danny D walked up to her, a big grin on his face.

"Are you satisfied?" she said.

"Yes. You're not going to be able to have your tits reduced. Every man in the audience is rejoicing."

"Now what?"

"Now, we do what we do to all losers. But first, we are going to make sure you don't hide your tits anymore."

"What? Why?"

"Because every man here wants to see them, and, more importantly, because you want to hide them or even have them cut down."

"And how are you going to do that?" Tessa said.

"Like this." As Danny D spoke, a member of the camera crew, a large man, who had been sneaking up on the distracted brunette, grabbed her arms. Before Tessa could realize what he was doing, he had her arms pinned behind her. Then Mrs. White fastened a pair of handcuffs tightly around her wrists.

"Now you can't try to hide them," Danny D said. "And now, let's get on with the rest of the show."