Let's take a closer look at that pussy, shall we?

Ernest remembered something his dad once told him: "Look like you belong, and no one will question it." Adopting a newfound air of confidence, Ernest abandoned his hideout near the door and strode confidently into the cafeteria. Again, some students looked up but weren't that bothered by another high schooler entering the cafeteria. Even when he settled himself into Dr. Boyd's chair, as far as anyone knew, he was a substitute proctor sent in to relieve the suddenly sick biology teacher.

Ernest's view of Amanda McCallister's humiliating display was now complete.

Ernest stared openly at Amanda's dripping pussy; she had no idea since her eyes were squeezed shut. She was biting her lip and plunging her fingers deeply but slowly so as not to attract any attention. This was almost too much!

Well, almost...

Ernest concentrated on the red, throbbing pussy and counted down to himself again. Three. Two. One. GO. He **** a quaking orgasm on the poor girl causing her to buckle and thrash under its power. This certainly caused a commotion in the testing area, but no one thought it was their responsibility to help. Ernest, still pretending to be in charge, walked over to the still shivering girl.

"Are you all right?" he asked with feigned concern.

Up close, her face was flushed, and she was sweating. She looked Ernest in the eye and slowly nodded.

Keeping eye contact, Ernest gave her another powerful orgasm. She issued a low moan and slumped her head on the desk in front of her.

"It looks like you're sick," Ernest said, placing his hand on the same part of her back Dr. Boyd had touched. As his fingers brushed her skin, he sent a strong pulse of desire into her body; her breathing deepened even more.

"Here, let me escort you out of here," Ernest said. He held Amanda firmly by the arm and led her out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a crowd of teenagers that was confused but, more than anything else, apathetic.

"I'll take care of you."