Reluctantly accept Oliver's idea.

You sigh and say you'd just like to be out of the public's eye. Oliver grins, and he motions for his friends and you to follow. He tells you that his place isn't far, and luckily, the trip is quiet enough. You cautiously watch your skirt for any strong winds, but you watch the boys as well. At any time, one could raise your skirt and reveal to the world your uncovered womanhood. You also notice that both of the boys beside you are clearly doing their best to ignore erections straining against their jeans. You must be like a Goddess to them, especially if they're anything like Hunter was.

You eventually reach his house and all four of you go inside.

Oliver takes hold of your shirt, and quickly pulls it up and over your head with little you can do it stop it. You fall back and press against the hallway's wall, now wearing only a skirt, socks, and shoes. Your revealed breasts bounce free--nipples pointing straight in excitement.

"Don't worry, miss. It's just us now. You don't have to be embarrassed..." grins Oliver. "Let us have some fun, and we'll let you go. You'll never hear from us again."

A hand, Matthew's, begins to caress your rear. The feeling is humiliatingly pleasant. Oliver then steps forwards, and takes full grip of both of your breasts in his hands. He kneads them like dough in his hands, bouncing them up and down and playfully twisting your erect nipples. Garret's hand slips up your thigh and brushes against your pussy. All three boys work your body, leaving you in a state of helpless pleasure.