She was practically bouncing on the seat behind me. I tilted my head to meet Katie Lewis’s bright blue eyes. ‘Hey, Sebastian,’ said a voice behind me, ‘are you going to audition for the play?’ I slid my book bag underneath the seat and grinned. But I didn’t need my recent blank-outs adding to my already sizable list. I was just making an observation, that’s all.’Įverybody has their quirks. ‘Okay, okay,’ he said, shoving my bag at me. ‘Oh, I guess because that’s something a really weird person would do.’ ‘Why do you ask?’ I plopped down smugly beside him.
‘Ow, man! Whatcha got in there? A bowling ball?’ I slid into the third row and dumped my backpack in Avery’s lap. It rumbled loud protests – which I ignored – as I hurried down the aisle of the Sixes High School auditorium. Once she’s sufficiently humiliated we leave her strung up ….My stomach didn’t make it past fourth period. We continue tickling her but soon tire of that and decide to use her as an easel painting her petite naked body with markers. We wrap her pretty face with bandage until she’s effectively silenced.
The little brat girl spits the panties out so I peel my panties down my legs and those go into her big mouth. Dacey is protesting too loudly so I cut off her panties and Whitney forces them into her mouth. We grab a spreader bar and bind her ankles wide apart. I tease her with the scissors and what’s to come next until finally snipping the bra completely off and pull of her skirt so we can have fun with her titties and the rest of her body. Whitney continues while I go off to find something to use to cut off her bra. We go to town on poor Dacey with plenty of raspberries on her lovely body and some navel licking and motorboating. The little slutty schoolgirl begs us for mercy but we are having way too much fun to stop. We double team her tickling and motor boating her belly as Dacey screams. We each grab a side of her blouse and rip it open laughing as the buttons fly all over. Whitney forces Dacey’s mouth open and sticks her tongue deeply into it as I tickle our poor captive’s arm pits. Whitney presses the electric winch raising helpless Dacey’s arms up over her head until she’s balancing precariously on her tip toes. We march Dacey into the room with her wrists bound tightly in front of her then attach them to a hook. Now she must go through the predicament we’ve planned on for the loser. We decide to wager a bet with Dacey Harlot knowing she will definitely lose the bet. Whitney Morgan and I love to prey on the dumbest new bimbos in town.
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