Yes

I then felt a sudden release of pressure, and just in time I grabbed the top of my jeans.

I managed to hold the waistband of my jeans for a couple of minutes before Jill grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head.

Without a counter-**** my jeans were pulled halfway down my thighs, and my underwear with them. I felt the sun on my bare ass and the air between my legs. I tried to pull my arms free but my hands were held too firmly for me to do anything about it. They immediately worked my jeans down to my knees. I tried to wriggle my legs to escape, but this only served to hasten their departure, and before I knew it was naked from the waist down.

“Time for the rest of her clothes.”

“No. I didn’t struggle.”

“I know, but I’ve changed my mind.”

April grabbed the back of my shirt. She pulled my shirt from my body with ****, leaving me naked except for my bra. I begged for them to stop. But they didn’t. I felt my bra being pull from my breasts. I was laying there naked to the world, crying my eyes out.