." Shhh..." she whispered softly, "... it's okay. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."It was only the soothing tone of her voice that kept my bre...thing from racing out of control, even though at that moment I felt sure that my heart was going to pound right out of my chest if it beat any harder. She had begun to softly stroke my arm, feeling my tension. I didn't know what to do, lying there as still as I could be; searching for something to say. She broke the silence once more, softly. “Help for what?” I asked. I couldn’t understand what we’d need help for.She shook her head. “Just let me drive. I need to concentrate.”I reached over to touch her shoulder. She seemed tense and I wanted to help ease it if I could.The instant she knew what I was doing, she jerked away. A car that we were passing honked angrily.I pulled back and folded my hands in my lap. I could only see her profile, but she looked scared. “What did I do?” I asked. I thought she’d be mad, not scared. “It wasn’t. Ms Jackson was rather tall and had huge boobs and big butt without being too much fat. She had an afro and always had a stern look on her face. Maybe it was the scar between her eyes that made her looked tough but Camille already knew to not test her. She gave everyone a new uniform. Camille seemed a bit shocked to see her outfit was a sexy bra that were all too short for them. They had a really short skirt that showed every girl panties. What was the most confusing for Camille was to see the. It may have been hot outside but the interior of that old Ford was hotter.“Let me see your tits Maria,” he grunted, flecks of dribble forming at the corners of his mouth. Wriggling now as the rude assault on her young body was taking its toll on her few remaining inhibitions, she wrenched her midriff top upwards, displaying to Carlos’ lustful though undeniably appreciative eyes, the flimsiest of crop-top type bras. “Pull it up for me girl,” he ordered.As her two tiny breasts were exposed, he.