Al scooted forward in her chair with legs straight out in front so her body was a straight line. I assume she was making it easy for me to reach her t...ts. Suddenly without warning every damn button of her dress popped open & her dress fell to the side, there was Al totally exposed. Still to this day I have no idea how they popped open but it was almost like a zipper.Here was her naked body fully exposed to us, the band, a table full of guys across the dance floor, and a few people on the floor.. They are soaking wet, and as they slide down my thighs they leave a trail of wetness. I step out of them and leave them laying at my feet, thinking about what to do next.Bending over, I rest my elbow on the desktop and my chin in my hand. I spread my legs wide apart, and making sure you have a good view, I begin to touch myself in earnest. The fingers of my left hand torment my clit, pinching and rolling it and until my hips buck, and then slip down into me, hooking against my bone, making me. "You've been voluntold." 'Voluntold'? Oh, great." Her reception to this tidbit of news was somewhat less than enthusiastic.Her enthusiasm grew, though, as the two students, one male and one female, showed her how they planned to do the survey. She'd be doing a lot of running, and actually be allowed to handle the feathered friends.I left her with them, after making dire threats as to what I'd do unto them if they permitted anything untoward to happen unto Marcy.The rest of the day was spent. At the end of the service, just as they were about to leave, the father caught up with Gem and her mother.“Ahh! Miss Philips, could you pop round to the vicarage in a moment. I would like to discuss young Gemmas future with you.” without waiting for any agreement he disappeared back into the church. Gem looked at her mother in confusion. Her mother was staring at the floor.An hour later they were still waiting in the vicarage study. When the door opened and the Father walked in. Her mother.