God, I almost wanna just do whatever he says at this point...

"You pick..." Oooh, that kinda made my knees weak... is that really a thing? I guess so...

"You think you can handle whatever I pick?" Oh god, what am I getting myself into?

"Yesss..." Fuck I'm horny, I'm not thinking straight, this is a bad idea... "... whatever you say..."

"You'll do whatever I say?" Oh god, the knees thing again...

Um, no, I just meant... "... yes?" I guess I meant that...

"Then my first order is..." Order? Oh god... "To let me carry your books for you."

Huh? Oh, I forgot those. "Hey, thanks."

"Anything in here weighing you down?" Not really... "Oh, and lookie here..."

My panties? "Um, those aren't really so heavy... Hey!" Where'd he get a knife? Oh, key chain, um, okay. He cut one leg in the front and the other in the back into one long strip...

"I just thought these'd be handy, here, turn around." Right, do whatever he says...

"So, um," Okay, this is getting... should I say interesting? Serious? Serious, which is making me, um, more interested... "That's a little snug..."

"Good." Eesh, my arms are really stuck back there, under my backpack. At least no one will be able to tell they're tied there, just that I'm, uh, walking with my hands behind my back? I guess that's not weird. "Can you get on your knees, or do you need help?"

"Um..." Can I? Erm... Ya, there we go. "Looks like." Oh, hello! And that would be his cock.

"Now, suck."