Her shirt

As quickly as she could Hanna dropped her hands, grabbing at her shirt and holding it up against her body, trying to use it to cover both her breasts and pussy, cursing that the mirror behind her was still giving the men a great view of her bare arse.

"Fuck off!" She screamed as loudly as she could, only resulting in drawing the attention of more passers by, looking at this naked girl.

To make matters worse as soon as the shirt made contact with her skin once more the itch returned, and now it had moved to her feet as well. Every piece of her skin that was touching clothing was itching like crazy.