Keep Screwing with Wendy

Sammy restarted time. She watched Wendy bring the brush handle down then with her left hand take the bristle end out of her right hand and examine her right hand. She brought her right hand up to her nose and sniffed. Wendy looked shocked. She looked around, and Sammy made sure to look away.

Sammy smiled. She knew Wendy recognized the smell of pussy juice but could not imagine how it got on her brush. She watched as Wendy dropped the brush into her purse and wipe her hands on some tissue she had in her purse.

The bell to allow students into school rang. They had eight minutes to get to first hour. Sammy watched Wendy's butt sway as the hot Latina strutted off. Wendy was in Sammy's first hour, and Sammy had an idea. She stopped time. She found the janitor and took his keys and went to his closet. She smiled as dame fortune smiled down upon her. She found a bottle of industrial strength adhesive. She slipped the bottle in her purse, put the keys back int the janitor's pocket, and restarted time.

Sammy got to class before Wendy did. She waited for Wendy to enter. Wendy strutted in and went to take her seat two rows up and one row over from Sammy. Sammy stopped time just as Wendy bent to sit down. She took out the bottle of adhesive and unscrewed the top. She coated the seat of Wendy's desk with the adhesive then put some on the zipper and button of Wendy's jeans. She then glued Wendy's purse shut before putting the cap back on the bottle and putting it back in her purse. She took her seat and restarted time.

Wendy sat down, not noticing anything odd, not even the strange shiny, sticky patch on the back of her head where Sammy had wiped her pussy juices.