It's about damn time

You're really going to enjoy this.

But first, you dash over to Rachel and saw her tight white towel in half. "Thank you!" she exclaims, and before you know it, she's giving you a hug. While naked. She buries her head in your shoulder, presumably more grateful at your freeing her than furious at your binding her. You wonder what this surprising display of affection says about Rachel and how she feels about you ... but mostly you enjoy the squashing of her beautiful tits into your chest and the feeling of your exposed cock against her skin.

The hug is brief, and Rachel turns around and grabs your gym clothes, throwing them on and leaving you in the nude. You recall that Madison still has your clothes. Maybe they're in the front hallway with Rebecca's? you wonder, unsure of what adventures still await you on this most extraordinary night.

For now, though, you approach Karishma, pinned beneath four naked teenage bodies. Her eyes are daggers, and venom sprays out of her mouth.

"You goddamn mother-fucking cum-splasher! If you bring that thing anywhere fucking close to me, I'm gonna grip your slimy-ass balls in my teeth and rip your cock off your cunt-sucking body. You stinking pile of fucked-up piss, I'm gonna make your life a goddamn fucking hell! You just fucking try--"

Karishma's vitriol is interrupted as Leslie shoves something into her mouth. "I hope you don't mind, Colleen," she says with a grin, and you realize she's plugged Karishma with Colleen's wet underwear.

Colleen smiles too. "I think it's a good look for her." They're loving this, you realize. I bet she's a domineering bitch to all of them. Even worse than Rebecca maybe!

Rebecca, no longer everyone's target, must have decided that this particular scene won't help her case; so she's shut off the camera and is busy gathering the clothes of the other five temporary nudists. She tosses you Jason's pants, which you quickly tug on, though you're not very comfortable going commando. She throws Leslie's clothes to Rachel, who quickly strips out of your gym clothes with surprising lack of hesitation before getting dressed again. This whole clothing swap (after all, Rebecca is still wearing _Rachel's _clothes) is funky and fascinating, but there's work to be done. Rachel watches with evident interest as you approach Karishma with the giant scissors.

Slightly less intimidated by this toxic girl--now that she's gagged and prone--you let yourself smile. "Hi, Karishma," you say quietly. Her muffled shouts lands on deaf ears. "I think you'd better hold still."

Your meaning is clear as you place the shears on her tight belly-dancer's tummy. She does indeed stop thrashing around, and she even stops shouting through the pussy-perfumed panties. You snip the bottom of her cutoff shirt, causing a satisfying riiip to pierce the air. More boldly, you snip higher and then a third time, and the front of Karishma's shirt is shorn in half. You cut the shirt at the shoulders and rip it from under her body, leaving her in her black C-cup bra, skirt, and whatever's underneath.

You run your finger down Karishma's warm belly and tuck it under the hem of her short skirt. You lift the skirt and position your shears facing down. Snip. Sniiip. The skirt falls away, leaving a black thong matching the bra above.

You caress the inside of Karishma's strong, smooth thighs, running your hands dangerously close to her **** pussy. "I tried to forget you," you tell Karishma. "But it just didn't work. So I'll have to make new memories to replace the old ones."

You cut Karishma's bra straps and then the sides of her thong. She remains perfectly still, balancing her underwear on her lithe body. You then run your cold hands up her toned abs, pushing her bra up and off her firm tits and squeezing them (hard) as you go. Her areolas are dark, and her brown nipples are hard in the chilly night air. You pinch each one and then run your hands back down her body, wrapping them under her and taking two fistfuls of delicious brown ass.

You loop your fingers in her underwear and pull it away, your face inches from her now exposed vagina. A tangle of dark pubic hair meets your gaze, and you can't help but cop a feel at the helpless bully who lies in front of you. With all these onlookers, you don't want to do more, but you do snap a couple pictures with your phone.

You think about what you may be able to do with those embarrassing pics later on as you turn to Rebecca. "Okay, boss," you tell her. "What's next?"