Amy helps you to class

As Amy continues to stare at you, you can’t help as your cheeks begin to burn bright red, and a needy feeling begins to form between your legs. “Hmmp mphe!” You try yelling at her, but she only continues to stand there taking in the sight of you for what feels like minutes before finally moving.

Crouching down Amy begins trying to pull at the ropes to little success, before grinning and suddenly straddling your waist. “Sorry I just need to get a little closer to better see what I’m doing.” Her explanation might have made sense, if not for the fact that now her hands are running up and down your chest as she claims to be “trying to find balance.” Her hands squeezing your breasts several times as her balance seems to come and go before she finally starts working on the rope again.

It takes another minute for her to finally get the rope undone. Yet even with your hands now freed she refuses to move off of you, working on taking the gag off for you herself. “I just want to make up for leaving you here, I’m really sorry about that. If I had known what she was going do to you…” Even as Amy talks her eyes continue to take in your lightly clothed figure until eventually she gets the gag out of your mouth. As she finally begins to get off of you her hands once more press against your breasts, until your both standing.

“Where’s a lost and found? Or the nurses office?” You ask **** for something else to wear, something that doesn’t make you look like a complete whore.

“We don’t have a lost and found, and the nurses office is across the school you’ll never get there in time and not get in trouble for being late to class.” Amy says, her eyes struggling to stay on yours. “But don’t worry, I’ll help lead you to your next class so you can avoid the busier hallways!” The excitement in her eyes would feel a lot more genuine if her eyes weren’t currently glued to your exposed cleavage.

As you walk through the school with her Amy points out different classrooms to you, often pointing out just in front of you so you run into her arm and she has to grab onto you to help stabilize herself. Shockingly her hands always seem to fall onto your breasts when she needs to catch herself. “And here is model painting with Mrs. Lowe, if you need anything else just find me. Oh, and how about we start tutoring for statistics today, my place, 6-O’clock.”

“Uh, yea sure.” You respond. Your still rather dazed by what’s happened and the fact your about to face your entire next class looking like a common whore is not helping at all. Reaching out you slowly enter the room, only to find a scene that’s almost harder to explain than it would be to explain what happened to you.