Jason looked over Abigail, took in the kneeling coed girlie, her firm boots, her reddened, smacked breasts and the look in her eyes, a look that told him she was not fighting back. His gaze wandered to her mouth captured by the sodden panties and those red lips hidden under a fat wad of dark duct tape; looking up with open, pale eyes her face was there for all of them, but for him first. It was a face that intrigued him, made him hot, he recalled how she had needed help to get closer to release when they were out in the open. Now she was here, bound and ready, the kneeling figure heaving as she pulled for air and tugged silently at her ropes. he could sense the shreds of perfume that she had worn and her own, sweet-sour body scent.
"Well, we helped you get some heat off out there - or I ordered that bitch hanging upside down over there to rub ya" he said to her. His seyes strayed down to her pussy. "You don't want to get a black blot on your school record or spend time in a prison, so are you ready to obey. cunt? Nod yes if you agree, slavecunt."