..the unmistakable odor of burning marijuana. He pulled the bus over and walked to the rear to investigate.Rhonda and Abby were pretty high and didn't...realize that Todd was standing there watching them giggling. Rhonda was seventeen, a junior on the cheer squad. Abby, a senior, was eighteen, the volleyball captain. Todd loudly cleared his throat. "You know that stuff is illegal," he said with a stern look."Oops!" giggled Rhonda. Abby didn't say anything, but he could tell she was worried."I. Sandra whispered rules of proper Council protocol and other shrouded secrets, while I took the opportunity to examine the charms of the dancing girls more closely. Purple Girl had a proper kosher cunt covering of tightly spun curls. Blue Girl possessed a long straight bush that only women of Asian heritage seemed to be gifted with. Green Girl's bush had the fluffy texture I had only ever caught brief glimpses of in old-world Swedish porn.The three dancers then launched into a ritualized. She started by sucking the head of his cock. Then she started taking it deeper. And deeper. And deeper! She had the guy buried to his balls down her throat! All eyes were glued on her and we all watched as Kelly continued to deep throat this guy, coming up for air about once a minute. The guy yelled "Almost there baby girl!" and Kelly came up for air and said "Give it to me!" and then sank down on his cock until he was all the way down her throat. She felt him shutter and begin to fill. She walks past me without saying anything else. She doesn't touch me, she doesn't pet me as she has before. Just walks with determination to her treasure chest. I wait, without looking for her punishment, a moment I have so far avoided as a true and loyal slave to Mistress Chelsea. This will be new.She rummages through her collection, no doubt pushing aside the toys we usually use, searching for the weapons long forgotten. I hear her coming back towards me and try to prepare myself, but.