No, just strip you

He kneels further, as if trying to find something, but his hands are fast, and urgent.

With one hand, he yanks the string behind your neck, pulling the cum splattered crop top off of your body, the other pushing you down and pulling your panties up your legs. You want to gasp, but you can't, fearing your boyfriend's first thoughts at finding his girlfriend naked behind the counter of a greasy laundromat, her face dripping with cum.

He stands up straight, tossing your underwear right into a waiting bag held by Jacob. "She left these here too." He grins, and you're paralyzed with fear as quick footsteps accompany the slamming of the door, and your hands limply go to cover yourself as you're drawn to your feet.

At least Jacob got your underwear back. The bad news is, he's unwittingly taken away your clothes, purse, everything, leaving you totally naked with nothing to cover up with, five college boys and the proprietor leering at your totally exposed body. He lays you on the counter, legs spread to the street as if inviting everyone in, arms held behind your back, which juts your hardening nipples out proudly to the world...