The three girls smiled devilish smiles as they watched the teacher submit to Trisha's every request.
Trisha then stepped out of her shoe and inserted her toe into the waistband of Jenna's skirt.
Jenna's stomach tightened as the girl's clammy toe came in contact with her skin, just below her bellybutton. She felt the girl press down on her skirt and watched her lean back and stare at her crotch. Jenna could tell she was trying to get a glimpse of her freshly shaven cunt, but the skirt was binding above her ass and wasn't about to go low enough in front. "Please, Trisha, please," whispered a nervous Jenna.
Frustrated that the skirt wasn't able to slide down the way she'd hoped, Trisha grit her teeth and stepped down hard on the waistband snapping the clasp and breaking the zipper. The skirt dropped to Jenna's knees under the force of Trisha's foot.
Jenna gasp, "oh," when she felt the material release.