Down to Her Skivvies

Jenny crawled up against the wooden fence, gazing towards the three girls who had stripped her in turn.

Her humiliation became apparent as she gazed down at her bare legs and the shape of her pussy beneath the thin material of her thong, which suddenly felt a lot thinner.

“Nice thong, honey,” said the girl in red.

“Turns out we were wrong,” said the girl in her bra.

“Yeah.” the girl in white finished. “Turns out you’re sexier than you look. Now I think it’s time for you to show us the rest of you.”

The three girls cackled and advanced on her with menace all over again.

The girl in her bra stepped forward and grabbed her roughly by the hair, almost pulling it out of her scalp. Jenny was **** to crawl forward on her hands and knees.

“You stripped me to my bra, so I think it’s only fair that I see you in yours.”

Without any further hesitation, she clamped her neck between her knees and grabbed the shirt. More of her body was about to be exposed. It was slow and methodical as it rose above the back of her bra strap. With another wrench, the shirt came over her head to leave Jenny trying to cover up in her matching black undies.

“Wow, do you workout? You look good.. Shame you’re still so flat-chested,” the girl shrieked.

She kicked her in the ribs as Jenny struggled to catch her breath as she lay on her back. Defeated.