Lift the skirts

Everything is closely monitored at the convent and you never want anybody to ask how you managed to lose a pair. So stoically you reach down to the hems of your skirts, bunching them together in your hands and lifting them up to your chin.

The crowd leers at your unshaven pubis. Comments like 'pretty', 'look at that hot wet mess', 'I'd loved to have stuck my cock in that' reverberate from the crowd. The bearded man moves the chair and you drop the skirts and pick up your possession. You consider for a second whether to put them on but you don't want to show the crowd your body in the process.

Holding the grey cloth tight with both hand in front of youas you walk forward into the crowd. Hands squeeze your ass, grab your tits and cup your kitty. Progress is slow and hands roam over your body, pulling and pushing you back. As you press on the actions become more blatant and direct, faces lean in and drop kisses on your face and neck, your skirts get tugged and pulled on and hands mash your chest.

With the end almost in sight a sudden almost coordinated strike occurs, three hands grab your skirts and pull up whilst two more press against you, you whelp as single digits are pushed into your 'pink' and 'stink' for a second or two. You dash forward, past and out and away from a cheering crowd. Through the terrible shop, bursting out into the streets and running. You don't know where other than away.