The group sit in the corner.

Our group had picked out a table at the corner of the place, electing to seat me at the very end near the wall. At first I was glad to be mostly hidden out of sight from the rest of the group, but once again, they did not let me relax. Instead, they began tugging at the strings that kept my bottoms together, slowly undoing them and finally completely untying them. Though they were still clutched between my legs, the bottoms were effectively useless as a cover.

After that my friends took their time teasing me with the bottoms, using them to give me a wedgie and sliding it back and forth against my moist lips. They eventually got bored and took them away from me, leaving me completely bottomless.