The taking of liberties continues...

Forgetting that they've looped your arms through theirs you start to reach down for the card when you feel his finger touch your slit. Shocked, you stare down, and when he starts to stroke the finger back and forth your mind seems to turn off, conflicted between the running and pretending that it wasn't happening.

"Uh..."

"Here, let me get those for you," one of the guys says, and reaches down to take the cards from his friend's hand. Unfortunately his hand also grabs the hem of your skirt, and as he jerks the cards away he yanks your skirt up as high as your well-toned belly, baring your smooth pubis to them all.

'Wow, your pussy looks so smooth, do you wax it?" one of the others asks, and you find yourself nodding in spite of the shock.

"I bet it's smooth," he says, and before you can object his hand is rubbing you, first where your front, then down and across your little slit. "Guys, you've got to feel this, she's incredibly soft down there."

Taking up the invitation you find a number of hands roaming between your legs, and you realize they're even on your bare ass, having raised your skirt to your waist.

"I bet waxing hurts your pussy. You're alright with pain?"

Dimly hearing him you nod. Their hands, roughened by work, feel like velcro hooks on your velvet pubes, but even though it's embarrassing and wrong you can't help but get a little excited by their touch. No one would ever accuse you of being chaste.

Dimly you notice the one in front of you has your purse. How did he get that? A mild sense of affront fills you, but with the attentive fingers at your crotch rasping across your delicates it's hard to focus.

"That's... my purse..." you say, to which the guy laughs lightly.

"It sure ain't mine. I was just putting your stuff back in. Hey, you don't have condoms or lube."

"D... don't need 'em," you grunt. Why would you? Jacob always has his lubricated extra-large rubbers and he even carries a little bit of oil with him.

"Damn! You only do it bareback, huh? How do all those dicks get in your ass, then?"

You blink dumbly at him, his crude words making you a little more cognizant of your situation.

"She doesn't need no lube, she said before she likes it rough. Probably does it like this," the guy behind you says, and your eyes pop open, following the example of your rectum as he shoves a finger in up to the knuckle in one shove.

"Hey guys, let's get going," says one, and you nod fervently, eager to end this, not quite realizing what he actually meant.