I’m not sure what was worse, parading around in a degrading maid’s outfit for these disgusting men or the shame of my arousal at it. My step-daddy had really gone too far this time, was I nothing more to him than a pretty object to show off to his boys?
Every time I bent over to put a drink on the table my skirt would ride up and expose my panties. They didn’t even try to hide their glances, all five of them blatantly stared at my ass while I served them. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do.
As they drank they grew bolder. A clumsy hand brushing up against ass because fingers harshly pinching my ass cheeks and eventually an open palm overtly spanking me at the table. I started to panic. I didn’t want to upset daddy but these men were molesting me! I looked at daddy, to see if he knew what they were doing. He saw them groping her but didn’t stop them.
Jasmine yelped as one of the men pinned her against the table with his forearm. Helpless, with her tits pressed against the table and her ass sticking up in the air, she started to cry.