Jenny leaned against the poolside, the sun warming her skin. She caught her breath, wondering how things had escalated so quickly. Who was this woman they thought they could manipulate? She wasn't just some object to tease. "Wait," she said again, louder this time, but the twins and their friends were already locked in their own world, completely lost in the moment. "Guys, stop," she managed to mutter, but her voice was getting drowned out by the laughter and playful shouts all around her. The hands continued to roam, more firmly now, and Jenny felt a mix of excitement and panic. This wasn't what she had intended. She had always enjoyed mischief and play, but she wanted her boundaries respected. "Tom, Kevin, please," she pleaded softly, trying to catch their attention. The twins, however, seemed completely caught up in the frenzy, too drunk on lust to notice her hesitation. Jenny could feel the weight of their combined desires pressing down on her, practically suffocating her. Lost in a maze of touch and sound, she struggled to orient herself, to find a path back to her own authority in this chaotic scene. "Jenny, you're so special," someone murmured, but their words felt hollow, uttered without a genuine connection. And as much as she craved attention, it was becoming clearer that this time, respect was lacking.