"Have you ever had anal intercourse?" Miss Richardson inquired.

"No way. A guy has no right up inside my fanny," Sandy said.

"There are many woman who enjoy being reamed," Miss Richardson said.

"I have a hard time imagining it," Sandy said with pursed lips.

"Maybe you are right. Maybe you aren't ready for anals. But bondage, yes!"

"Are you really going to tie me up?" Sandy asked anxiously.

"That's right. Relax. You are apt to get into it," Miss Richardson said.

"You want me to get out of these duds now?" Sandy inquired.

"Finish your Coke. Better go to the bathroom," Miss Richardson said.

"Yeah, don't want to get tied up and then realize I have to pee."

"Precisely, my precious. If you want I'll help you make a tinkle."

"You really are kinky, Miss Richardson. Pretty far out!!!"

"You said that you wanted to do things new and different," the beautiful blonde replied with a sexy – and slightly evil – smile.

They went into the bathroom together when Sandy was finished with her Coke. The teenager was wearing a pair of skintight peg-legged pinstriped designer blue jeans.

Those pants were so tight that they looked as if they had been applied to Sandy's body with a paintbrush. They revealed the cleavage between her buttocks. Even more provocatively, they revealed the cleavage between the raven-haired beauty's swollen cunt lips.

Sandy stood in front of the toilet with her back to it. She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of her slacks together. She unzipped her fly.

The little girl pushed her tiny fingers under the tops of her blue jeans, pushing downward until her digits also worked their way under the elastic at the top of her underwear.

Sandy peeled down her jeans and her panties at the same time. Roberta Jean Richardson took a peek at the little girl's underwear. The panties were pink.