Minutes earlier she would have questioned her act of assistance... would have tried desperately to deny her desire for what was happening. But now she knew she was consigned to letting these men have their way with her.

"Leave the stockings," Frank growled. "I like the way they look."

"I agree," Ken grinned.

With her slip removed her feet slid across the bed, partially opening her legs again. Ken climbed onto the bed to kneel beside her. Helping her sit up, he removed her blouse and bra. Then he helped her lay back again, placing her necklace between her ample breasts. As she lay there in just her stockings and...