Chapter 7

Ava leads the way, her hips swaying with confidence. I follow, my skirt still hiked up from the out last railing, my thighs still l sticky with my juices.

Jordan walks behind us, his cock already half-hard again; it’s probably the memory of my tight cunt and Ava’s commands fueling his hunger.

The principal’s office is straight ahead, its heavy oak door closed with the golden nameplate gleaming (Principal Whitmore). I smile, oh, this will be fun.

Ava doesn’t knock. ...