Your shorts are taken off for you

I wasn’t quite sure who that was directed at, was it at me? Or maybe Carrie, since I felt her hand snake into my shirt and tug at my shorts. Lisa’s hand followed suit, tugging at the other pant leg, pulling the shorts down to her knees.

She let them drop to the ground, where they were quickly snatched by Carrie and handed over to Alicia.

“Wait…” I squeaked out, but it was too late, only then did I notice that she also had my sandals with her in a neat little pile, far out of my reach.

“Lift up your shirt, Erica, I wanna see your panties.” Lisa commanded.