[duck22]

" Mrs. Beasley! Must we do this here? " Crystal cried out. Totality humiliated. She nervously looks down,Watching as her sexy high heels are removed and inspected.

" Those are like the ones Your sexy sister was wearing. When I busted her ass." Tyrone said.

The shoes are set down. Mrs. Beasley slowly,Looks at her hosed feet. Then up her body. Crystal's big pussy bulged,From the tight pair of Guess jeans,She was wearing. It had that perfect Camel toe,Look about it.

She reaches up,unsnapping the snap. The zipper is slowly unzipped. Her white bikini panties,Comes in to view. Her jeans fall a little. Teasing the students,That watched from behind. Slowly,They were pulled down,a little more. Showing her ass. And enough to show her stocking tops.

Mrs. Beasley. Notices the wet spot,In the crotch of Crystal's panties.

" Your pussy is wet. Is this turning you on? " Mrs. Beasley asks.

" No!!! " Crystal yells out. Tears running down her face. Streaking her makeup. Mrs. Beasley. Again takes hold of her jeans. She looks over at Tyrone. He nods. She pulls Crystal's jeans,All the way down. Crystal steps out of them.

Mrs. Beasley. Runs her hands up and down Crystal's nylon clad legs. She inspects,and examines her feet. Tyrone then handcuffed her hands,Behind her back.

" You can put your shoes back on now. " Crystal slid her feet,back in to them.

" Follow me. " Mrs. Beasley said.

The police car,was right there. But Crystal was being led. Back toward the school. She thought she was going to jail. And actually,She would prefer it. To get away,from her class mates. The crowed of students followed. Tyrone firmly held her upper arm. There was no escape. Inside the school. The students in the hallway parted. Allowing Crystal to be paraded around. They all watched in complete silence. All except for the clicking and clacking, Of the high heels. That Crystal and Mrs. Beasley wore. The sound echoed,throughout the corridor.

Then there was a flash,From a camera.

" This is going to be in the year book Crystal. " A nerdy girl,In glasses,and pig tails announced. She was led out another door. And across the back yard. Toward an old rusty trailer,That sat next to the woods. It dated back to the 50's In the old days,Before political correctness. This is where the retarded kids were kept. So they would not be a distraction to the others trying to learn.

Mrs. Beasley helped hold her steady,as she climbed the broke and shaky concrete block steps.

More to come.