The underwear is back.*

You look back and forth, hoping nobody is watching. You slide down the boxers, and hand them over to Alison.

"Hm. Or I can leave you like that," she teases.

Before you can plead, she laughs and hands the panties back over to you. Somehow, you feel relieved. That is until you slip them back up your legs, and you feel that familiar rubbing sensation. It becomes even worse when Alison grabs your hand, and begs dragging you back to where Roger is. As you move, once again, the fabric rubs between your lips and feels humiliatingly good. Seriously, what is this pair of underwear? Meanwhile, the boxers were stowed away in her pocket.

You keep your composure as the two of you stop near the horse.

"Sorry about that Roger," Alison says. "But we're back, and she's ready to do some more riding!"

You are?!

"Great. You're a natural, Jane," Roger replies.

"You don't want to disappoint poor Roger, do you?" Alison says. "Get back on there and show us what you can do."

Surely the panties won't cause issues with this... right?