To the cheers of the crowd, the thin black and white cover up was pulled up, just below my breasts, and patrons were allowed to sip tequila shots from...my navel, in exchange for buying both David and me a shot of tequila. Apparently, it was fairly common to entice young college girls to allow patrons to drink shots from their belly buttons in exchange for free shots for themselves, however, usually they wore bikinis. I was naked under the cover-up. I remember lying there, naked from the waist. After my third explanation to a certifiable idiot. As to why they could either speak to the woman who gave birth to Stuart, or the person that the school specified on the note which Stuart brought home last Friday. The Principal finally said, “we asked you here to talk about problems with Stuart’s Cognitive Development Worksheet and his intrangence in dealing with Mrs. Mouequay.”“Yes, Stuart said that you seemed really confused,” I replied, thinking that that was a gross understatement. Stuart. “You’re a dead man,” Sarah spat.Buford let his hand fall, and the hem of the dress puddled on the ground. He looked himself up and down.“I ain’t nowheres near dead.” His eyes glinted in the dim light as he looked at her. “And I’m gonna prove that to you right soon now. But first I want to see you in this purty little dress.”“You go to hell,” said Sarah.Buford unbuckled his gun belt and dropped it to the ground. Then he walked over to her, dragging her new dress in the dirt. He casually leaned. As he filled her pussy, she yelled out how fucking good it felt having his cock fuck her hole. He pounded her, making her pussy squirt. He worked his cock in deep, filling her tight pussy over and over until he pumped his cum into her. She was loving it and told him she could feel his cock pulsing as he came in her. Sonya was sucking cock after cock, moaning and rubbing cock after cock over mouth and face. Looking over at Rachel, Sonya told the guys to fuck her like Rachel. After switching.