Oh yeah they did!

With the speed and coordination of a proper rescue crew they sprung into action. Two men began pulling on her legs in an attempt to slide her out from under the stack as the other two opted to start digging through the papers. After a great deal of yanking, tugging and excavation, a crowd had gathered as Laine began to emerge from the pile. With one final effort they lifted the secretary out of the pile and into the air! Laine felt herself lifted from the ground, and the chorus of cheers confirmed she was finally free! However, just before she could thank her saviors, she just so happened to look down. She was being held by the four men, with two either side of her chest and one per leg. Her usually conservative outfit was in a state of disaster. Her shirt was more like a sling that one man had either side of, the buttons were long gone and the damp sports bra had been lifted, revealing a generous amount of under-boob and two nipples, hard from the cold, poking obviously through the fabric. From there her eyes traced down her stomach to her waist. Her modest skirt now resembled a wide belt, hiked way up to the small of her back, and her panties had been **** up by the tugging as well. Pulled tightly into her sex, the sheer material left almost nothing to the imagination as her lips poked teasingly out of the sides of the crotch. Her ass was bare as well, as the panties slid between her cheeks. With a shriek Laine attempted to cover up, but the men not wanting to drop her, (and enjoying the view), held tight. Instead, with her legs spread wide, they slowly lowered her to the ground, giving the crowd a wonderful view as cameras flashed and men whistled. Quickly bolting to her feet Laine clasped her shirt closed with her left hand and moved the right to address her skirt. In her panic however she had clearly forgotten the incident with the coffee earlier, and that traitorous arm moved like lightning. In a flash, the action that was meant to re-adjust the skirt had instead hooked the waistband, promptly forcing it down over her round ass, directly to her thighs. Her panties went with them as the crowd roared in approval. Squealing Laine abandoned keeping her shirt closed as her other hand covered her exposed pussy. She attempted to pull her skirt back up but true to its form the arm was now locked. ****, she instead opted to arch her back, thrusting her hips forward to raise the arm from the shoulder. This nearly worked but in her moment of triumph she felt the world shift.