#Chapter 165: What Freedom Looks Like

An hour later, a knock sounds against the door of Neil’s room exactly three seconds before Beau bursts inside. He has a big smile on his face that only grows bigger as he takes in the sight of us. Neil has just proven his virility, and while he gave me just enough time to get redressed, I’m still reeling from the aftershocks of an hour long pleasure session. I notice too late that my shirt is on inside out. As Beau walks by me, he flicks at the tag. “Odd the way they design shirts nowadays,” he teases. “It almost looks inside out.” My face burns with embarrassment. I can’t correct my shirt without taking it off, and they both know it. Two sets of eyes are on me, as if waiting to see what I’ll do. Fuck it, I think, and tug off my shirt. Both of these men have seen me naked before. What reason do I have to be such a prude anymore? As I flip my shirt right-side out, I chance a glance at the two of them. They are both staring directly at my breasts. I expect it of Beau, he’s a perver