English Nobles Festival

Mackenzie watched out the window of the van lost in thought. She couldn’t believe it’d only been an hour since she had gotten out of bed and she’d already managed to lose both her shoes and her pants, been stripped of basically everything while stuck hanging by her tiny underwear and already had her second (but not her last) orgasm of the day.

“So you ready for your next big report?” Pete was curious.

“Mmph, mmmmmm, gaaa!” Mackenzie gurgled as she spit her panties out of her mouth. She had been so lost in her thoughts and arousal (she certainly wasn’t enjoying having her dirty thong in her mouth... was she?) that she forgot she had been gagged in the first place! Likewise she hadn’t even taken the time re-button the snaps of her shirt. Mackenzie had stopped rubbing her pussy by now but as she slid her dirty undies up her legs and back into place she did notice a little wet spot on the seat between her legs. Once her thong was back doing its job of covering her treasure she went to clasping the buttons on her shirt.

“You expect me to do a report without any pants on?” Scoffed Mackenzie

“ I mean you’ve definitely done reports wearing less!” Howled Pete. “It’ll be fine I’ll just shoot you from the waist up that way no one will see your slutty undies.”

“FIRST OFF! These undies are adorable NOT slutty! SECOND I never WANTED to do those reports without clothes it just happened!” Offended and on edge Mackenzie had snapped a little.

“So you don’t mind people seeing you in them?” Questioned Pete.

“What? No! I don’t want people to see me in them! They’re so dirty thanks to you not giving me a hand earlier! Look at the stain on the front!”

“Oooh I see, so if they were clean you’d be fine with it then?”

“Exactly! Wait.. NO! Gaaa whatever. Shut up. What are we doing a report on anyway?”

“The English Nobles Festival!” Pete said in a booming English accent.

“A medieval fair? Really? That actually sounds like fun!” Mackenzie brightened up. “Maybe they will have a dress I can buy!” Not realizing her money had been lost with her jeans.

The van pulled up to the entrance of the fair. It was a sprawling village of shops and horses. People dressed in all sorts of colourful and puffy clothing. Everyone was in costume; Mackenzie realized that probably meant she could get a costume too! The van rolled to a stop and Mackenzie looked out the window to see a jester standing in front of the van waving at them.