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It wasn't long before the boy sitting behind me began to gently run his hand down my back. Probably looking for my bra clasp. From the way his hand moved, I could tell that he had discovered that I wasn't wearing one. The boys to my left and right had imperceptibly moved closer and caressed my arm and leg. The boy in front of me, covered everything with his body though Mr. Portland didn't notice anything anyway.

At one point his chair shifted and he stood up. "Lady and gentlemen, I need to make a phone call. I expect you to quietly continue what you are doing and I will be right back. If you have remained quiet then I will see if detention is over sooner." Well I was just hoping that the boys did not quietly continue what they were doing.

Mr. Portland had not yet left the classroom or the boy in front of me turned around as well. Now I was trapped between four boys. Eight eyes on me. "Amira, wasn't it?" The one to my left asked. I nodded. "Drew, behind indicates that you may not be wearing a bra. Is that correct?" "None of your business!" I answered him sternly. "Well, well Amira, not such a big mouth when someone politely asks you something. After all, didn't your detention bill also say bare butt to class?" The boy to my right kept stroking my thigh and the boy behind me my back. "Stop it!" I said to them, but it had little effect. "I already couldn't detect a bra on you, but maybe you don't have any panties on either?" said Drew and he slowly began to pull my dress up. I didn't want my dress to break too, because then I might have to go home naked, so I lifted myself up unnoticeably so he had a little more clearance but I could probably keep my lower body covered.