I told you I'd spray your eyes.” She calmly bends down and pulls the cowering Cinderbell's face up. “You cut me Cinderbell. You cut my face. That's gonna scar you know. I'll never get back my pure looks. .” Cindy just say's nothing, quietly wailing at the pain. She know's pleading is pointless. Isobel grabs the mashed up wet towels and wipes Cindy's body down with them. She strokes her hair gently. “I just couldn't lose you. You're too Blowjobs cute.” She smiles. Cindy has a Stockholm look of nervous laughter. “You're a maniac.” Shouts Margaret over from her stall. “Takes one to know one.” retorts Isobel. “You've been such a good teacher. But it's time for you to move over and let pussy someone else step up.” she says in a kind tone looking at Cinder, stroking her face near the same spot she herself oral is cut. “Oh, I'm far from done teaching you yet.” Replies Margaret in a mysterious tone. “Whatever you say bitch.” Replies Isobel carelessly. Isobel tugs on Cinderbell's cheek like an annoying grandma, then ruffles her hair and gets up. She walks over to pick up the scalpel, moving over to Margaret's stall, turning playfully back to Cindy. “Remember what I said. Don't run, or I'll kill ya ;)” She walks in and places the scalpel and the bear-spray atop the toilet tank with all the other items. She then twists her teacher's legs around, forcing her to follow and rotate her entire body over the toilet so she is now facing the back of the stall, effectively lying on her sqished breasts over the toilet, her tied hands now crossed, and knees on the ground as if on blonde all fours. Isobel then unzips in skirt, pulls it around the base Big Boobs of the toilet, over-stretching it taut, and re-zips it, effectively immobilizing Margaret's legs. “W-What are you doing. I thought we were done?” queries Margaret. We can't. I Big Boobs didn’t even noticed Jill entering the bathroom. I kept rubbing it and spanked her clit with the bulbous head. I start Blowjobs to draw my sword when I hear a sharp oral whistle. "It's all right," called the lead workman, from the kitchen. This time she was dressed entirely different from before. I desperately try to compose myself before I have to face my mother. Like, we had been blonde having the sex pussy in that same spot, several times before. "Do you have a bag?" Trying to escape still. “Hello, Ken.” “Sorry I was daydreaming or something.” I said.