Her plump Mexican lips whisper “Stop it” but Mr. Even her teammates left her be, no one spoke to her, no one at all. Mr. During the next class period she had heard the bathroom being used periodically by guys entering and leaving. The idea that it wasn’t painful disappeared as the pencil stuck in between the toes, wedging itself into the flesh of her foot. That blue chalk was now gone, mind you, but the image of it was all so very real to her. It was white, clinging desperately to her stomach, causing a little lumping roll to appear, her breasts stretching the material with ease, almost ripping the thinness of it, and her ass, well, her cheeks so large that the fabric collected and slipped in between her ass cheeks and even pussy lips. B had told her time and time again, this was her fault, her choice… she shouldn’t have allowed them to do this to her.
