Sandry was permitted to sit, and Mlle Pascal started the lesson.
She tried to focus on the French verbs that the teacher wrote on the board, but she kept feeling everyone's eyes on her, examining her body. Seeing Sandry naked was a dream come true for a lot of boys, the forbidden fruit, a girl who they always suspected had a fantastic body nut who always dressed too conservatively to prove it.
Finally, the bell rang to end the lesson and the students got to their feet. Many of them packed their bags, but seemed **** to leave the room, and Sandry realised what they were waiting for. She gulped, and got to her feet. She checked that the three pasties were still stuck in place, and then steadily walked out of the room, buttocks bouncing, every eye on her nudity.
Sandry walked intovthe corridor, glad that she had a break between lessons and might be able to track down a new outfit. She turned to her right, but found all of the students going in the opposite direction, a growing crowd heading towards the hall.
Of course, she remembered, there was a special assembly today.
Faced with the stream of people, Sandry found herself moved along and pulled towards the hall.
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