When she finished, she stood there with it hanging open, just the inner edges of her bra and her cleavage on view to him. "Now take it off," Mike said... "let me see you properly." Again Hazel did as he asked and let the blouse slip off her shoulders. "Oh yes," Mike groaned as she stood there in her thin, white cotton bra. Strangely she felt her nipples start to harden under the thin lace, a reaction that didn't go un-noticed by Mike."You're enjoying this aren't you Hazel?" he said, almost. “Let’s feed her the cum from her cunt, then watch her play with herself!” The other one gleefully commented.“Yeah, we’ll have her fuck herself with the 12” black dildo we got mom for her birthday last month!”The boys found a plastic bowl and a serving spoon, and scooped the accumulated jism from Wendy’s cunt into the bowl.“Sit her up. She can smear some of the cum on her nipples, then she can feed herself the rest of the loads we pumped into her cunt.” I directed.“Can’t wait to see mom’s. At last, her stool came out along with a fart, dropping with a soft thud on the leaves between her feet. The most humiliating part came when she had to investigate the warm excrement, blind in the dark, with her fingers. She found the key just next to the filthy stuff. Still, it stank and made her feel dirty.Unlocking her handcuffs was a simple process by comparison. This was something she had trained for, although she would never have imagined performing the maneuver in such an extreme. . "Very good, Justine!" I can barely hear her whispered compliment over the pounding of my pulse!I sigh with relief and longing as she drifts away, murmuring encouragement to other students as she passes.Why, oh why did I take THIS art class! Even as the thought enters my head, the answer niggles at the back of my brain: 'Because, Justine, you have a stupid schoolgirl crush on Ms. O'Connor!'Yes, I have to admit that I took the class because I wanted to be close to her. Never mind that every boy.