Panties

"Take off your panties first!" the Gorman brothers demanded as Cremia stared at them with a blush. "You heard us, we want you to reach up your skirt and pull them down!" they stated as Cremia was struggling to speak. "I'm not wearing any" she stated with her head down as the Gorman brothers stared at her in confusion. "Mrs Cremia, are you some kind of slut?" one of them asked as she looked at them in anger.

"Of course I'm not. I just don't have any panties, I don't wear them!" she stated as the Gorman brothers seemed stunned into silence for a second. "So are you not wearing a bra underneath that shirt either?" one of them asked as Cremia looked at them in annoyance. "No. And who cares if I am not?!" she asked in frustration as they stared at her. "I told you those milk jugs are just that big but you didn't believe me!" one of them stated as the other shook his head. "How do we not know she isn't lying?" he stated as they looked at each other and then giggled.

"Mrs Cremia, could you take off your shirt first" they ordered as Cremia refused initially, but she knew she had to as she pulled the shirts bottom out from her skirt and with great **** pulled it up over her head, feeling mortified as her breasts dropped down out into the open air as she finished drawing her plain white shirt over her head and felt her long and wild auburn hair falling out onto her bare shoulders as she dropped the shirt to the ground and looked away.

"I told you her milk jugs put every girl in Termina's to shame, even that treasure chest girls!" one of them stated as the other nodded. "It's a shame her nipples are a little bit too big though" he stated as Cremia looked down in horror. "They aren't that big!" she thought as she put her arms over them in embarassment. "But I was right brother, you owe me!" one of them stated as the other seemed displeased. "We didn't make a bet!" he stated in annoyance as the other one wasn't pleased. "You were wrong though and I was right, so you owe me a drink!" he stated as the other brother started laughing.

"I have a better idea, you're a good judge of a girl underneath her clothes is what you're saying. So how about you take off her skirt, and if you get the prediction of whether she has a muff or not you can be the one who takes off her boots" he stated as Cremia shook her head. "I never said anything about letting you touch me! I won't allow it!" she stated anxiously as the Gorman brother kept approaching. "Mrs Cremia, you aren't really in a position to complain. We won't **** you, but you're damn well not getting away from here until you know that we are the Gormans and we aren't to be messed with" he warned her as he stood before her, admiring her bare shoulders and midriff and then grasped at her belt buckled and undid it as Cremia looked away fuming with indignation. "I bet she's got a shaved pussy brother, no way a girl like Mrs Cremia isn't keeping it under control!" he stated as Cremia felt horrified, knowing full well that she hadn't shaved in months, taking care of Romani meant she wasn't exactly hoping to impress any men in her life.

"Put one single thing near it and I will run for it and you'll have to shoot me!" she warned him as his hands wrapped around the side of her purple skirt and then after a moment that felt like it took forever he yanked down and Cremia's hips and pelvis were laid bare as she gripped the top of the skirt desparately, even though at the back her ass would have been perfectly presented for anyone passing by to have admired as he kept pulling down her skirt, showing her nice sculpted thighs with laviscious excitement as eventually Cremia's hand couldn't hold her skirt any longer and it fell down to her ankles leaving her in just her boots that went up to just below her knees.

Cremia wasn't sure if she was about to break into tears or a flurry of slaps and fists as the Gorman gawked at her completely unshaved mess that had just popped up now that her skirt wasn't being tight on it. "Wow Mrs Cremia, do you not know how to shave or something?" he asked her as she was on the verge of tears. "Shut up! My life is stressful enough as is, I didn't exactly expect two robbers to make me expose myself tonight now did I?" she stated bitterly as the Gorman brother looked at his other one.

"What do we do now?" he asked as the other one smiled. "I think we ought to provide a service now don't you think, it would be disgraceful to send her back home looking like that" he stated as Cremia sighed. "Are you giving me back my clothes?" she asked hopefully as they smiled. "Oh no Mrs Cremia, we think those milk jugs of yours would look really nice bouncing up and down as you walk home, but that bush is an eyesore and we need it trimmed before it damages the areas reputation!" they stated as Cremia saw a glint in the moonlight of metal.

"Mrs Cremia, we would like you to trim that bush to a reasonable standard of evenness, preferably non-existent" the crueler one, because there was definitely a more callous nature to him, compared to the idiot who had pulled down her skirt, said to her calmly as he handed her it. "It isn't sharp enough to hurt anything but a hair, so don't try to use it as a weapon or something silly like that" he stated as Cremia was trembling now in sheer embarassment.

"I can't do it!" she stated with obstinacy as they leered. "Well if you won't do it, you've got a barber right here who can give you a nice clean cut for free!" they laughed as she just sighed.