Over to Mr. McDonald's place

Tanya made it through the rest of the school day without much else happening, but just as she was about to head home, she found herself walking in another direction entirely.

'Oh shit...'

Tanya remembered what Mr. McDonald had told her and realized he was heading over to his place. She was frightened but her pussy was starting to get wet.

It took her about twenty minutes to walk to his house, and when she got there, she was horrified to find Trisha waiting alongside Mr. McDonald.

"Ah, Tanya, there you are. Get in the car. We're going shopping."

Tanya wanted to ask questions but decided it was best to do what she was told and keep her mouth shut. They all piled into the car, but Trisha pulled Tanya into the back seat with her. Trisha turned to the side and spread her legs allowing her skirt to slip up over her uncovered pussy, and **** Tanya's head down between her legs.

"Eat me out whore."

As they began to drive Mr. McDonald spoke.

"Ok Tanya, this is how it's going to work. I called your parents to let them know you'll be staying after school for extra lessons. Your mother was thrilled you asked for them. She's happy to see you taking school seriously."

As he spoke, Trisha wrapped her legs around Tanya's head and **** Tanya harder onto her pussy.

"I think you need some major discipline so when Trisha asked to help, I decided that splitting the work might not be a bad idea. You'll join the gymnastics team and Trisha will be in charge of your physical discipline. I'll be in charge of modifying your behavior. Is that understood?"

"Mff!"

Tanya was working furiously at Trisha's snatch, hoping that if she made her cum, Trisha would let her breath a little easier.

"Good. As long as we understand each other. Trisha, you might want to ease up, we're about to arrive."

They pulled into the mall, and Trisha finally let Tanya up. Mr. McDonald pulled into a fairly close spot and pulled out about $500.

"Trisha, I'm going to trust you to get the outfits we'll need. I've got some other shopping to do. Make sure she tries them on and models them. We want her to have the perfect look."

"No problem."

Trisha bounced happily along pulling Tanya along behind her.