Carly strips naked

"Everything?" you ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

"Everything" Samantha replies. "Fold each piece of clothing as you remove it, and hand it to me."

Your knee high socks and shoes come first. Samantha looks at you with indignation. It's apparent she wants you to get to the good parts. You take off your blazer, fold it in half, and lay it in her arms. Next is your blouse, which you also fold and lay in her arms. You decide your bra should come next. After all, the molester on the bus still has your panties. You unclip the front, slide it off your shoulders, and fold it neatly, and set on top of your blouse. Last is your skirt, which you also fold and give to Samantha.

"Why you little slut cop!" Samantha coos in a taunting manor. "No panties, huh? Were you planning on getting fucked today? Tell me why you're not wearing any!"

You stand there in your birthday suit, trying to hide your breasts with one arm, while the other covers your pussy. "I was molested on the bus, and the molester took my panties."

Samantha laughs, as do the other girls. "This is hilarious! A cop, pretending to be a student, gets herself molested on the bus? Tell me what he did to you."

Your face turns forty different shades of red all at once. "Do I have to?" you ask in a small voice.

"Do you want your clothes back sometime today?" Samantha counters.

"There were no seats, so I had to stand up." You're off to a great start, Carly you think to yourself. "He crept up behind me, lifted my skirt, lowered my panties, felt my ass, then fingered my asshole. He made me step out of my panties so he could take them just before the bus arrived at school."

"He left you wanting more, didn't he?" says Samantha. "Be honest. I know these molesters. They'll do that."

"Yes, that's what happened" you admit with a sigh.

"Move your hands" Samantha commands you. "I want to get a good look at you, and check your pussy." She hands your clothes off to Annabelle.

Reluctantly, you drop your hands and arms to your sides. Samantha circles around you, checking you over thoroughly. She pinches your ass, and giggles as you jump. "Nice ass. It's so round and sexy, and firm." She runs her fingers up and down your ass crack, her middle finger coming to rest on your anal bud. "I bet his finger was dry, and he pushed it into your tight little asshole like this." She thrusts her dry finger up inside your ass, causing you to gasp. "Tell me, is that how he did it?"

"Yes" you shamefully admit.

"Did he make your dirty little cop cunt all wet?" Samantha slowly begins to finger fuck your ass.

"Yes" you admit again. You're on the verge of tears, and the verge of becoming excited again.

"Yes, what?" Samantha teases you. She knows you're about to break, and she wants to finish you.

"Yes, he made my dirty little cop cunt all wet." You start to cry, and feel excited at the same time.

"Am I making you all wet?" Samantha asks, moving in for the kill.

"Please stop it!" you beg. "Yes, you're making my dirty little cop cunt wet!"

"Do you want me to get you off?" Samantha fires the kill shot.

"NO! YES! I DON'T KNOW!" you answer all at once as tears fall from your eyes.

Samantha pulls her finger from your ass. Again you're left frustrated as she walks around to the front of you. She takes you into her arms, and allows you to cry on her shoulder. "Don't worry, baby. I'll get you off. Then we'll go see daddy, and find out what we're supposed to do with you."