Fun with sleeping beauty.

You continue to fondle Taylor even as your mind goes fully elsewhere, your will twisting and tweaking reality once again.

Wendy is a deep sleeper.

None of the girls will think to wake her.

Eventually the bus pulls into the empty school grounds. Some girls have a short walk home, others are being collected by friends or family. You watch as Heather stretches out after a long drive, flaunting her lithe body, and you grin as Taylor pouts as you dismiss her for the night. It's quite the thrill to the old you to be able to so casually deny her, and to see how that vexes the former alpha bitch. Before leaving she links arms with Megan, their breasts crushing delightfully together as they both cast one last look back at you, almost as if each is trying to use the other as an incentive for your continued attention. Another time, you promise yourself.

And then you are alone in the dark. Alone, except for the still sleeping Wendy.

Returning to the bus you stride to her seat. She's still there, still perfectly coiled up. In the moonlight you are free to drink in her body, admiring the beautiful young girl under your subjugation. Her skin, meticulously kept pale, has an almost fey like glow in the light, her lovely lips parting ever so slightly on her slim face. Reaching you you stroke her dark hair as you undo her seat-belt to improve your access. Tied as her hair is, you know it's much longer than it usually appears, but that's not something you can play with now. Instead, your hands trace down her face, one thumb traces her lips and she shivers, opening wider and inviting you in. Accepting you slide your thumb inside, her little tongue sleepily lapping at it as your other hand continues down, feeling her sweet little breasts through her tight top, continuing down to her exposed, tiny waist before trailing down the pleated micro-skirt and then under, stroking at the silken expanse of her thighs. Every roll of her little tongue, every millimetre of her delicate skin fuels your own arousal, making you harder, making you growl as you explore your unresistant doll.

Really, it's the perfect punishment for her. Wendy was rarely cruel to you, but she very rarely helped you. A bystander, a victim of peer pressure she would watch on as you suffered and did nothing, good or ill. Well, now she can do nothing while you enjoy yourself.