Sarah's chem lab partner

"Hi Sar, it's me, Frannie Fuhrberger. I hate to bother you when you're sitting and all, but I wondered if you could help me with the big chem test tomorrow," comes a soft girlish voice from the other side of the door.

Sarah turns her head over her shoulder to look at you, not knowing what to say.

You whisper to Sarah. "Fast Frannie? The one all the neighborhood guys talk about?"

Your pretty brunette babysitter simply nods, looking somewhat surprised that you would know of the eighteen-year-old's reputation.

"Oh, Sarah, you've got to let her in. I've seen her walk by the house a couple times. She's got tits that would rival even these beauties!" you say, kneading Sarah's own generous globes underneath her crop tee.

Sarah seems a little startled at the feverish look in your eyes, as if contemplating bailing on you.

"Listen, sweetie," you tell your babysitter. "I can give your father a bad report about tonight. You don't want that, do you?"

Sarah quickly shakes her head, her eyes looking watery.

"Good girl," you say, patting her hair to reassure her that that is the last thing you want to do. "Now, I don't care what you do, but I want you to get that girl out of her clothes so I can see those big knockers for myself, okay?"

Sarah nods quickly, seemingly hoping to get this over with quickly.

"Now", you say, "I'm going to be watching from the kitchen, so don't try anything stupid. I'll take these jeans with me for insurance you won't run away," you tell her.

"Sarah, you still there?" asks Frannie.

"Now, go answer the door!" you say, giving Sarah a swat on her re-thonged ass before you head for the kitchen.