Boots.

"Those boots of yours look mighty nice Mrs Cremia. They might actually pay off the toll by themselves" one of them stated jokingly as she sighed and reached down to untie both of her farmboots, feeling her bare feet on the cold ground as she threw them over towards one of them who caught them and analyzed them.

"Oh no. These boots are way too worn down and muddied. I'd say they pay off about a fifth of your toll" he stated as he looked at her. "Unfortunately that will mean that belt of yours will have to go" the other stated as Cremia sighed and undid the buckle sliding it out, only to find with horror that as soon as the belt lost any of its grip, her skirt fell immediately and before she could even cup her vagina with her hands, both of them got a lovely view of her nicely trimmed pussy.

"Kyaaaa!" she screamed as she curled up in a ball as the two Gormans couldn't stop laughing. "That's a pre-emptive payment there Mrs Cremia, and taken as you don't seem to have a pair of panties under that skirt, we think your shirt is almost obligatory at this stage" they laughed as she felt pure shame. Even though she had known they would see her, she hadn't been mentally prepared for it as she just resignedly took off her shirt to the "Milk jugs! Milk jugs!" they called out eagerly.