Wishful Thinking/Let Your Wish Come True
From Create Your Own Story
"Nope!"
Your clothes are suddenly fixed, but still laying on the ground. You glare at Amina for trying to be funny but she simply smiles back. Everyone is still frozen in time, so you casually slip on your skirt and top. You decide to help Lynn back into her clothes as well. Fortunately she's light enough for you to carry her into her seat. The frozen Lynn reacts like a doll, taking your positioning of her body with stride. Wouldn't it be funny if she were to wake up picking her nose? After some slight adjustment, her finger is digging in.
Now to see if Mrs. Taylor indeed has something stuck up her ass. You unbutton her pants and slide them down to her knees. She is wearing a pair of racy red panties, which come down so you can see inside. The plug and egg are inside alright. Since you've gone this far, it wouldn't hurt to give the Principal's pussy a little taste, now would it? It is salty, with a musky odor, but unlike Lynn's. There is a faint difference. Better try it again, yep they're not the same. Time to get the pants on now. Of course, because of that wish, her pant size is one too small. "Amina?"
"Of course, Master."
As if by magic, Mrs. Taylor's pants are back on, still one size too small. Now it's time to get things back in motion. With a wish, Mrs. Taylor is animated again, but a little confused. Amina is nowhere to be seen.
"... uh... why are you girls in here again?" She suddenly feels something. "Uh.... mmm.... you girls are dismissed..."
You catch Lynn trying to hide the fact that her finger was in her nose as the three of you exit. "Are you alright, Miss?" you ask, innocently.
"Just... please leave. Out out out!" Taylor answers with a sense of urgency. Her crotch begins to get noticeably dampened. "Oooh... outside... ungh... all of you..." Mrs. Taylor has lust in her eyes even though she is still trying to retain a sense of professionalism. She's moving, it's barely visible, but she's moving up and down to the thrumming of the vibrations. She's enjoying every second of it.
"Are... are you sure?" you ask, still stalling. How long can she hold it.
"If you want to stay so long, how about coming back after school for some detention?" Taylor asks, with her authority coming back to front.
Brenda hastily makes for the door. "Oh, there was something I've been meaning to ask you, Mrs. Taylor." you continue. She's can barely control the shivering of her body and sweat percolates through her blouse.
"Ms. Whitney, please take your friend outside before you three find yourself in some real trouble." Taylor answers, barely able to concentrate on the words. By now Lynn and even Brenda know that something is up.
"Are you sure you're alright, Ma'am?" Brenda asks.
"I..." It is that moment loses it. The principal shudders with a hoary moan. "WhOOaAHooOOaAAH...!" Brenda looks frightened, Lynn is shocked. "OUT! NOW!" The three of you rush out of the office, but you take notice of Taylor's juices stained on her pants and leaking onto the tiled floor.
