Issy finally takes the chance to stuff the ass-soaked flouros into Margaret's mouth. She dangles the cloth of ass-slime down softly into Margaret's post-orgasm gaped mouth. She then takes off her own tiny sweat-stained sports bra and stuff it in too. It barely fits and Margaret's cheeks are once again stuffed out like a blowfish. She picks the matching shorts out of Margaret's lap and jams her head animation into one of the legs, then pulling the other over for a double layer, completely masking Margaret's head, apart from her long grey ponytail hanging out the bottom. ('She's gonna have a hard time oral breathing in that') – Cindy worried. Isobel abruptly rips the thick baby blue buttplug out of Margaret's asshole as violently as she can, and forces it into her fabric guarded mouth. The woman makes panicked suffocating sounds and the plug ever so slowly stretches her lips painfully wide, the fabric in her mouth almost going down her throat. Issy feels a pop as it makes its way in. She couldn't believe it. Margaret sure does have a huge mouth. Isobel slap anal her bondage slaves face a few times "Can you still breathe, hun?" she asks coyfully, using the teachers interracial patronizing term once used on her. She can hear strained inhaling and exhaling sounds coming from the teachers sock surrounded nose. Stepping off of Cindy – who takes a sigh of relief, Isobel reaches down and slides off her disgusting wet socks, “Here, take in the smell of a real alpha bitch.” Topping it off, she stretches the shorts over Margaret's face out again from the top, and stuffs her socks down inside. Margaret's muffled moans sound out, she's trying to push the fabric out her gagged mouth but it's not possible. She jostles her sex tied hand's behind the toilet once again to no avail. Isobel lets go of the highly stretch shorts which elastically snap back, stinging Margaret's forehead. Isabel immediately sloothes around like an insect, clutching Cindy's face and hair form both sides, turning Cindy's head around to face her psychopathic crazed eyes. “Nowww. For you. Sweetheart.” Isobel opens the stall and Cindy falls face first again onto her tits and yelps. Issy walks about awkwardly while holding onto the back of Cindy's hair with her left hand, sliding her along the ground, forward into the main area of the bathroom. “A death that history says was supposed to happen, yes?” “What did you do?” "Me fucking repressed, fuck off!" "I know I can. Ja-alixxe couldn’t risk me carrying concealed weapons or tools I might use to get free. “That's one way to be a dick,” I told her, squeezing and kneading her round breasts. Then, back to my cock she went. When I first met you I hoped this would happen, oh fuck, it’s even better than I imagined, oh my god. He said I understand there were two girls here and interracial gave a show. The supermarket job certainly helped moneywise and with what was rapidly becoming an obsession with me (teasing oral men); but I wanted more of both. I remembered arriving at this house for my wedding two days ago. I just stayed there quiet while blushing to observe her. Normally I’d play with her asshole while fucking her from behind, but since was animation a quickie, her ass didn’t get the attention it deserved. I slammed down him, shuddering. Julie was wanting more. I raise my sex hand to my mouth to stop myself crying out anal as I understand what is about to happen. A wall of sand flowed across the gaps left by the missing bridges.