Not yet.

“We’re not finished Joanna, my darling” said Sarah. Joanna found the strength to look at her. Her big round eyes gleamed in the light, and Sarah saw that the girl was close to tears.

“Are you gonna cry, little girl” she teased. Joanna shook her head. She would not cry in front of her tormentors!

“You will. Take off your jeans.”

“No," murmured the half stripped girl. “Please don’t make me! You’ve had your fun, just give me back my clothes and my notebook.”

“You’d better hurry. We’re coming up to some busy stops. This bus is gonna get full, and fast. Now take off your jeans and you might just get them back in time to salvage some dignity!”

Joanna swallowed hard and reached her hands down to her jeans, exposing her bra clad breasts in full to her captors. Her perfectly rounded cups looked magnificent, and jiggled slightly as the bus went over a bump releasing one breast from its cloth prison. Joanna gasped and stuffed her boob back in as quickly as possible. Being in her underwear was humiliating, any less to cover would be mortifying.

Joanna undid the button and manoeuvred the zipper down. She shifted to a slight standing position in order to tug the tight fitting jeans down over her smooth hips and bubble butt. She slid the jeans down to her knees, pulled them off over her slip on shoes, and sat back down. Her bra and panties were a matching set, navy blue satin and were rather a small fit on her curvy body, coming up to just above her pubic hair. Joanna closed her eyes tight, but felt the tears starting to flow. Sitting on her bus, stripped to her bra, panties, shoes and socks ,and all for nothing! Sarah and Lisa cackled as they kept gazing her up and down.