Yes, and yes

You find your purse right where you hid it, just inside the edge of the forest. Crouching next to it, you fumble through it as best you can with your hands bound, frantically trying to find the key to the cuffs. Just when you're about to dump your purse, you spot it, a small glimmer at the bottom of your purse.

Carefully extracting it from your purse, you begin twisting your bound wrists around, trying to get the key into one of the keyholes. A few minutes, several near-misses, and more muffled swearing later, you finally manage to get it into the hole on your right cuff. A quick twist later, and your right wrist is free. After that, it's simplicity itself to remove the other cuff. You then untie the gag and remove it from your mouth, working your sore jaw about. A quick glance through your purse reveals your house keys, wallet, and phone are undisturbed.

Grabbing your phone, you find you have a missed text. It's from the boys. "couldn't find you. we have your bike for safekeeping. see you around."

Those jerks. By taking your bike, they ensured you'd have to see them again, at least one more time.

A honk from the street startles you, and you realize you're crouching in the open. Snatching your purse, you dive behind some bushes, glancing about. After a moment, you realize it was a car honking at another one on the street. So far as you can tell, no one saw you. You're not sure whether you're happy or disappointed about that, though. Being out in public nearly-naked is actually quite thrilling, yet scary, and you find your pussy moistening yet again.

You take a moment to glance at yourself. Streaks of dirt and sweat cover your torso and legs, and your feet are quite dirty. Your thong has dried enough to no longer be transparent, though it's still damp. Your nipples are hard little points standing out from your breasts, and you can't help but tweak them, gasping a bit as you do so.

You place the dildo, cuffs, and gag back into your purse, then contemplate what to do. Your house is about 5 blocks away, though you could take a shortcut by your old school. There's a used-clothing store a few blocks up the street. The quality isn't the greatest, but it's better than just a thong. Your gym is fairly close, too, and you have some spare clothes there.

You could text the boys, too. Maybe you can convince them to bring your bike and some clothes to you.