Middle of Class; Bottomless

A good distance through her nightmarish and very uncomfortable marathon home Renee felt a now utterly horrifyingly familiar blast of wind and the loss of covering material. Not that what was there was very covering, and in fact made her feel more naked than if she actually was.

Speaking of, looking down Renee noticed the garterbelt, stockings, and crotchless thong had disappeared. Leaving her in nothing but a pair of heels and handcuffs.

Making Renee reflect on the thought of feeling more naked than she actually was. At least the thong, if only barely, protected her booty hole. Now she didn’t even have that.

“Me and my stupid thoughts” Renee grumbled to herself as she pushed forward, now totally in the buff.