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"Upsy daisy," you call gleefully, pulling Karishma to her feet. You smack her ass and rub your hand underneath to finger her pussy while you guide her to the door leading to the main hall.

"All right, Karishma," Rebecca says, "let's bring this all to an end. Just head on out there and bring my clothes back." Karishma, bound by Leslie's bra and gagged by her panties, can only glare daggers at Rebecca. "Oh, and we won't need this," Rebecca says, turning off the video camera, "since everyone's going to see your cum-soaked tits in a second anyway."

With that, you shove Karishma through the door that leads to the front hallway. The reality of the situation has fully sunk in, and Karishma hot-foots it over to Rebecca's clothes. Her boobs bounce as she runs, spraying some of Frankie's cum on the high school floor. When she reaches the bundle of clothing, though, everyone realizes her predicament. With her hands tied behind her back, how is she going to pick up the clothes?

She tries bending over and twisting, but the bully only ends up looking ridiculous. She grabs at the clothes with her feet and is able to lift them up one at a time, but she can't figure out how to get them in her hands. Finally, she executes an impressive squat, spreading her naked legs wide in front of whoever's watching online, and gropes for the clothes behind her.

This ends up being a good way to pick something up off the floor, but Karishma can't manage to hold more than one thing at a time. After gratuitously flashing the onlookers more than a dozen times, she finally decides to carry the articles one by one. She squats, grabs something from the pile, turns her ass to the camera, and runs back to you and the rest of the naked crowd. She drops Rebecca's pants at the doorway and then runs back to the bundle.

Back and forth, tits flopping, pussy spreading, Karishma manages to bring all of Rebecca's clothes to the main part of the school. All that's left is her phone.

This proves much more challenging than the clothes. She can't manage to grab the phone with her bound hands and stand up. So she resorts to one last humiliating effort. She lies down, grabs Rebecca's phone, and rolls across the hard, cold floor.

Panting though Colleen's pussy juice-soaked underwear and sweating all over, Karishma finally completes her task, dropping Rebecca's phone with the rest of her clothes and meekly walking back to the rest of the group.

"Thanks," Rebecca says, picking up her phone. "Shit, so many missed texts!" Then, she levels her phone at Karishma. "Smile!" she says, snapping a couple photos just to torment her.

"Okay then," Rebecca says cheerfully. "Shall we call it a night?"

Then, from around the corner, you hear the sound of voices approaching.

"What the hell?"