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wrists together behind her back with her scarf—she'd left it on her seat when she went to the bathroom. Giada struggles, but she is no match for me. My body surrounds hers, and my hand is tightly pressed to her mouth. Facing the mirror, I reach my hand around Giada's body burrowing it into the top of her dress. I tug the stretchy material down over her breasts, exposing the mounds, held high and tight in a lacy bra. I reach into one of the cups and pop her breast free, where it jiggled a little. Her dusky pink nipple hardens in the cool air of the lavatory. " Oh yes," I growled, pinching her nipple. She squeals behind my hand squirming to get loose, but that made her breasts bounce harder, jiggling wildly. " Now the other," I said