Ride away

"Just a few more touches for you, Sugar Lips," you inform Andra. Her eyes are cast downward, her cheeks red as jam, and her body is trembling. The shaking, of course, only makes her nudity more alluring for the spectators and video.

You move to her fine feet and take off her shoes. As you remove her socks, your fingers tickle her soles; she makes an odd-sounding laugh into her thong. You wrap and tie one sock around one of her knees and then the other. You then bring the shoes over and place them over her fingers.

You push down on the top of Andra's back and without resisting she goes down so she's on her hands and knees. You pick up her skirt and toss it on her back. This gets a few disappointing sounds as the skirt is just long enough to partial obscure the side boob view. You shrug it off and put her shirt on top of the skirt.

You almost want to lick your lips at the desert. With a kitsch-embracing flair, you put your Female Uniform Inspector badge in your shirt pocket and put the rule book in your jeans pocket with care.

"Sweet zombie Jesus, is he going to do what I think?" Zoey asks louder than she intended. You look at he and nod. You return to Andra and throw a leg over her. You take up the bra-turned-reins and bask in the moment.

The cell phones are back on her and now you. Andra--popular, domineering, chic, and cruel. And in the time it takes to eat the nuggets, mashed potatoes, and Jell-O, she had become a hobby horse. Your hobby horse.

"That's a lovely stallion you've got there," Juan notes to you.

"I'm pretty sure it's a mare," Kendra corrects.

You smirk. "Nah. She's just an ass," you answer, and give a quick double-spank her firm cheeks. She makes a muffled groaning noise.

You stroke her long, golden hair. "Easy, Honey Bunch," you almost whisper. You then take the reins. Click, click. She begins her gradual walk away from the cafeteria. As you ride, you're careful to not put too much weight on the old girl's back. No need to be unkind, after all.