Suddenly, Zoey had an idea. A horrible idea. A disgusting, mean, downright evil idea. Part of her mind screamed at herself for even thinking it, but it was quiet, nagging. A smile spread across her face as her pussy started feeling warm. Poor little Liz, in desperate need of help, and all alone with Zoey...

Instead of moving towards the door, towards help, Zoey scooted towards Liz's face as she pulled up her skirt as high as she could, peeling off her already soaked panties...