<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br/><br/>With no small amount of effort, you slide the package of mechanical pencils inside you, resting alongside the box of ink cartridges. It's...weird, you're not used to it, but you have no choice if you want that ride, those pants. Jack is making you jump through all sorts of hoops, but it's better than nothing. And so far he<em>has</em>kept you mostly out of sight.<br/><br/>Fred is shocked, you can tell; even getting the chance to walk you around by your pussy didn't prepare him for this. He gawks for a moment - looks up at your face ('Yes, I have one of those too,' you think, a bit ruefully), and his mouth works - trying to find words that won't come to him. After a moment, he shakes his head and mumbles, "Let's see." Reluctantly looking away from you, he starts going over the list Jack had given him. "Well, there's a lot of stuff on here...next on the list is a set of dry erase markers. We only have those in blister packs - you know, plastic over the items, glued to the cardboard back. I...<em>guess</em>it's okay if we take those out, because we don't want you to get hurt." Fred shifts his weight uncomfortably. "I don't think he'll mind."<br/><br/>"Hopefully not," you murmur. But Fred's in control, now; hopefully Jack won't take out any disappointment on you for the decision. "Lead away, I guess."<br/><br/>Fred dips his fingers back into your pussy and begins navigating the aisles; you come to a stop at the proper section, and he grabs up a set of the markers, tearing the package open. He hands you all four at once and says, "Well, uh, get to work."<br/><br/>Before you do...you notice his hand drift up towards his hardened member, his thumb resting on the shaft, before he quickly takes it away. The guy must be horny out of his mind...and that could definitely be exploited somehow. Having sex with him is definitely out of the question, you may be desperate but you have your morals, but a handjob might get you places.<br/><br/>...Still, Jack said he'd only be gone for fifteen minutes...who knows what would happen if he came back and found his buddy's dick in your hand and only three items from his shopping list crossed off.<br/><br/>Do you OFFER FRED A HANDJOB and hope he might help you out just a little bit? Or do you PASS FOR NOW, in case Jack gets angry with you? Either way, those markers need to go inside you, first...<br/><br/><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br/><br/>(Ouch, sorry to hear that! I feel your pain, for serious.)<br/><br/>The thick roll of test papers is pressing against your inner walls, making them absolutely spasm; your voice shakes as you ask the professor to take you to his office. Fortunately, it looks as if the man has had enough fun for now; he agrees, stands up, and grabs his suitcase from behind his desk.<br/><br/>"My office is a little ways away, part of the way down campus," the professor explains, straightening his tie and coughing. "For the sake of your experiment, I don't think I can allow us to take an obscured route."<br/><br/>He knows it's a lie by this point, you're sure of it, but you couldn't hand in a half-finished test and you'd already decided to play along. Let the man get his kicks. You nod back at him tersely, and he leads you out of the classroom and the building. At last, you're outside again, and almost to spite you the wind has gotten a mote chillier - not uncomfortable, but enough for you to notice, and walking with the tests in your pussy hardly makes matters easier. The handles of the bag brush against your inner thighs, and it's absolutely obnoxious, , but it's something you'll have to put up with for now.<br/><br/>Of course, there are still students in the quad - you can't think of a single person who would miss a beautiful day like this if they can help it, and the professor doesn't make a single move to stand between you and them. The students, as a whole, notice you - many you recognize from before, and the wolf-whistles and picture-taking begins anew, and it's so tempting to yell at them - but no, better not to give them the pleasure.  This entire day has been one exhibitionist nightmare.<br/><br/>As you walk, you feel the tests starting to slip out of you; you try to push them back in as you walk, but your muscles are contracting and it doesn't work very well. With a sigh, you realize that the tests might not stay inside you during the entire trip, depending on which building the professor's office is located in. There are a few in the general direction you're heading in; one of them is close enough that you're mostly sure you could make it, but the others are too far away. If you wanted to push the tests back in, you'd have to stop in order to make it work.<br/><br/>Maybe, though - maybe you didn't need to carry them like that the entire way. Maybe just having inserted them scored you that extra credit. You're not sure. You could ASK THE PROFESSOR TO STOP so you can re-set the tests, or you can TAKE A RISK and hope the credit is yours even if they fall out. Stopping so close to the students to push something inside you is hardly appealing, but they'd already noticed the end hanging out between your spread lips.