Back to Miss Wilson's.... but Jenny is watching

"What's taking them so long?" Jenny grumbles, leaning forward to peer out of the window. The police car is still parked up outside Rocko's, but it has been quiet since the male policeman broke in to look around the house.

She's such a bitch! Adam thinks. I can't believe I let her get the better of me!

Jenny leans further out of the window for a better view, and Adam can't help but notice how her tight black leggings leave little to the imagination around the curves of her ass and shapely legs.

Nathalie's old school dress tents again slightly at the front.

I want to fuck her, Adam realises. She might be a bitch, but I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her hard, real hard, in her ass. I want to break her.

As if reading his mind, Jenny casts a glance back at him and sees the bulge in the front of the school dress. She raises an eyebrow cheekily, and Adam realises that this is exactly the reaction she had wanted.

"Aw, sweetie," she says. "Look at you. Still excited under your dress. Well, you're not getting fucked tonight, sweetie... not in the traditional sense, anyway." She looks out the window again and gives a little grunt of boredome. "For fuck's sake. What's taking them so long? Just drag her out of there."

Maybe Nathalie will manage to hide from the police, Adam thinks. Come on, girl!

"Damn it. This is boring." Jenny stretches and yawns, the white t-shirt pulling tightly against her breasts. "Wait here, sweetie, and don't touch anything."

Jenny darts out of the room. Adam remains by the window, out of sight, watching as the female officer patrols outside the house. He wonders what is going on. Surely the male officer had found Nathalie by now?

He curses Jenny again. What a bitch! He needs to turn the tables on her... he needs to fuck her into submission. But how? How could he do anything whilst she had the photo of him in a girl's school uniform? If that got out he'd be a laughing stock.

About ten minutes pass and then Jenny comes back in, carrying a cardboard box and looking particularly impish. She puts the box down and returns to the window. Adam can't help but peer in.

Lying on top of the box is a pleated grey dress bearing a school emblem, a white blouse, and a red g-string and bra. Underneath are several sets of cable ties, gaffer tape and a blindfold.

"It's your sisters old school uniform," Jenny says, back to peering out of the window. "When Nathalie gets back you'll make her wear it. I want to see her wear it. Then you're going to tie her down to the bed, blindfold her, and gaffer tape her mouth. Leave her legs free though. And then you're going to leave the room and wait in Cassie's room until I've finished playing with her." She sees the look on his face. "Don't worry, Cassie won't be back tonight."

"Why leave her legs?"

Jenny smirks. "I want to spread her open myself."

"Crap, Jenny, what are you going to do to her?"

Jenny laughs. Adam notices that her nipples have swollen erect and are pushing out at the front of her t-shirt. "A little pleasure," she smirks, flexing her fingers. "And a little pain. Whatever I do, though, she'll think it was you when you untie her. So you'd better be ready to own it."

Shit, Adam thinks. I can't let her get away with this!

"Don't worry, I'll be nice to her sometimes," Jenny says smugly. "I want to get a good photo of her face when she's cumming helplessly on my fingers."

"You bitch!"

Jenny laughs. "Whatever, sweetie. You're getting off on it too." She gives a meaningful look at Adam's erection, and he blushes. "Ah wait - here we go!"

The front door to Rocko's house opens and the male officer comes out. He is empty handed. He talks to the female officer and they make their way back to the car.

"What!" exclaims Jenny. "Bloody police. They're hopeless! There she is! She's round the back, you idiots!"

She is. Adam spots Nathalie darting out from behind Rocko's house and into an alley. His heart floods with relief. If Nathalie can win the bet, he thinks, I won't have any excuse to tie her up and blindfold her... and Jenny won't get her filthy young hands on her.

Jenny crosses her arms over her chest, frowning. "Look. She's going back to Miss Wilson's. What's she doing that for? What's she playing at?"

Adam watches as Nathalie dodges down the alley and back to her former teacher's house. She tests several of the windows downstairs, one after the other, until one of them swings open. With a final guilty glance around, she slips through into the house.

"No way," Jenny says. " She must still need a pair of Miss Wilson's panties. Well, she's not getting them! Pass me my phone."

Adam passes her smart phone over and watches as she types in her password. He gets some of it, but not all of it. Then the phone lights up and she starts to dial.

I'm going to beat you, Adam thinks. By the end of tonight, I'm going to be wiping my cock all over your smug little face.

But how?

"Hello, Miss Wilson?" Jenny says primly. "I have some information for you."