Yes, you don't have much choice.

With my hand going behind my back, I knew that I needed to pay up and do something quickly in order to get out of here. I felt awful doing this, but I undid my bra and handed it over to Nick. He was glad to receive it - a great big grin on his face as he took my bra. He admired the albeit simple black fabric, feeling the insides of each cup with a finger and very creepily taking a sniff from it. "Ahh, well I'm taking this." he said, pocketing it with the straps awkwardly hanging out of his jeans. "Now for the real thing. Fat ass, pull up your sweater and let me see those big tits. I'm not going to ask twice."

That's when it happened.

I heard the door open and footsteps outside the stall. Before I could even register what was going on, I heard the voices of the two men standing around the washroom. It was Henry and Ryan.

I heard my husband talk, going on about our finances. He was obviously tipsy, or even drunk, his words slurring as he complained about his luck.

..

Meanwhile, inside the stall, Nick had enough waiting and with his hand, he began to pull up on my sweater. I panicked, careful to not make a noise as I struggled to keep him from doing that. But although Nick looked like a slouch, he was really strong. Strong enough that he effortlessly overpowered me. He watched as some underboob got revealed, before roughly pulling upwards. He watched as my big 32D cup breasts came to his view, pale hefty orbs with quarter size nipples greeting him. He mouthed "Nice" before pulling me by the hip, making me arch my back as he got a closer look.

His lustful stare sent a shiver down my spine and his powerful grip, almost animal-like, got me shamefully excited. Being so close to him, Nick must have noticed my nipples hardening with a regretful thrill. Otherwise, I don't think he would have leaned in toward my ear and said "Careful, don't make a sound..."

..

Meanwhile, Ryan and my husband talked some more and the subject went towards Nick. Now, Ryan wasn't as clueless as my husband - he knew that Nick was always eyeing me and obviously wanted to steal me away from him. So, he asked my husband: "So aren't you the least bit worried about Nick? He's constantly making passes at your wife."

Silence enveloped the room before my husband answered "Nah, he's my best friend. Besides, I guess I don't see him as a threat anyway. He's not Heather's type..."

..

Very roughly, Nick pulled my sweater and put the fabric in my mouth. I didn't understand why he did that, but soon it became clear. With a hurry, Nick brought his tongue to a nipple and gave it a good lick. I squirmed and squealed - although muffled with my own sweater. My eyes opened wide as I quickly got more attentive to the two men standing outside. Did they hear me?