As the haze of cumlust lifts from your thrown-back head, your eyes focus on a blinking red light on a shelf high above Wendy's bed. You see the light belongs to a compact video camcorder, it's lens angled to capture all of the activity going on and around the Cannondale College cheerleader's bed. You blush, realizing your wanton foot-fucking has been captured for posterity on videotape. Another trickle of cum escapes and runs down Wendy's ankle as you think about who might see the video. You blink your eyes, waking from your daydream and lower your head to look at your rival, captor, sexmate.
The parlor-tanned brunette grins knowingly back at you, pulling her delicate foot from it's recent place of residence inside your juice-soaked pussy.
"That's right, cheerslut. This and every other debasement that has gone on in the last twenty-three hours has been 'caught on tape', as it were, both for our enjoyment and as proof to your school that you honored the rules of the bet. Your dean will get a copy on his desk in three days. Hopefully, you will have continued to comply as well as you have and we won't have to use it as proof that you reneged on your promise."
Wendy lifts her leg, aiming her pedicured toes for your mouth. "Now, clean your nasty girlcream off my pretty foot!"
As you shiver at the thought of your college's dean viewing the video, you realize as well the renewed importance of following Wendy's every whim. Without missing a beat, you begin to passionately suckle and lick at the foot that had just been in your pussy. Tasting your own juices as you lave over the contours of her browned foot with your tongue, you wonder how you could've fallen so far, so fast.
Wendy smiles evilly at you as she shoves her foot once again inside you, this time distorting your cheeks with the front half of her foot.
You continue to suck at her foot for all your worth, which doesn't seem like it would be much lately, such a willing slut you've become. Can you ever face those at your school after this? Surely the tape, or at least word of your actions, will follow you back to classes next week.
Wendy interrupts your musings by pulling her foot from your grasp, a spit shine on her skin.
"Okay toejam," she says, referring to you. "It's time to get cleaned good and proper. Follow me," the rival school's head cheerleader demands, pulling herself upright and getting out of her bed.
You obey, wondering where you are headed.
Where are you headed?
-the sorority's communal shower room.
-the small bath adjacent to Wendy's bedroom.
-the brother frat's showers
-the gymnasium's showers
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