Cara

You approach Cara. She's wearing a green plaid skirt and a tight "Save Bono" shirt, plus her ever present black librarian glasses. She has white socks pulled up past her knees and tennis shoes as well. Her breasts are disappointing b cups but she has a pretty face to make up for it. You reach up and pull out the two pins she had holding up her hair and dark red curls fall down to her shoulders.

"What, what are you doing?" Cara stammers.

"Quiet dear." Cara shuts her mouth instantly. "Now take off those pesky clothes."

"Cara immediately takes off her shirt, unsnaps her bra and skirt, and is about to unlace her green tennis shoes when you stop her.

"No wait; leave your shoes and socks on, and the glasses." Cara obeys and stands back up in line with the other girls. You can tell she takes care of herself as her pubic hair is trimmed to a fine flare of red bush.

"Well Cara, are you ready to have some fun?"