Before Mitch had a chance to concoct a plan to get the dinner guests to leave, Mac rose from his seat, keeping his hand on Brenda’s shoulder. Brenda remained seated, watching him stand and then eventually move to behind her. Mac now had a hand on each shoulder and was gently massaging Brenda’s shoulders as he spoke to Mitch, for the first time since dinner began.
“Mitchell! You have a lovely wife here. Every man should be grateful to have a woman come to his rescue in his hour of need.” Mac’s hands continued the soothing massage, his long fingers draping over Brenda’s shoulders. “You owed me a lot of money. You should never put the burden of money on such a lovely woman.” His massage moved forward, Mac’s hands now rubbing along Brenda’s upper chest. Brenda’s eyes fluttered as Mac’s fingers rhythmically played at the base of her neck. “Women already have a lot to worry about. Cooking, cleaning, and keeping the man of the house happy and satisfied.” Mac smoothed Brenda’s silk blouse as his hands traveled downward, dangerously close to her heaving breasts, before retreating to her bared neckline. Brenda shivered when his hands made contact with her bare skin. “Unfortunately, I have to collect another payment!”
Mac’s hands quickly grabbed the silk blouse, and ripped it open, sending the small white buttons flying across the wooden table, and exposing Brenda’s lace bra clad tits to the five gentlemen. Mitch instinctively twitched in his seat, ready to lurch across the table, until Vinnie’s and Vito’s arms held him in place. Mitch stared, bewildered, into Brenda’s wide, scared eyes. Brenda was held in place by Mac, as he resumed his massage. Her breathing had quickened as a result of the sudden action, causing her beautiful breasts to bounce nervously. Her pointed nipples poked visibly through the thin lace.
“You should be ashamed, forcing your lovely young wife to repay your debt in this manner. Look at her Mitch! Look at her as she repays YOUR debt!” Mac’s hands now openly traveled down Brenda’s chest till his fingers reached the frilly edge of her bra. He forced his fingers between the warm flesh and the white lace, leaving them there as Brenda quivered silently. “You know what, Mitch? I’m kinda glad you didn’t pay …,” Mac’s fingers had crawled to find Brenda’s puckered pebbles, “… otherwise, I’d have never gotten the chance to meet such a divine goddess.” Mac’s fingers had pinched her nipples, eliciting a long held back moan from Brenda. “This is such a shame, Mitch!”
Mac lifted and twisted the flimsy material, breaking the plastic clasp, freeing Brenda’s tits from the confines of the designer bra. Brenda’s face flushed as she sat helplessly still as Mac did as he pleased. Brenda couldn’t see Mac behind her, but she cringed under the gazing stare of the other four men around her.
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