You take this opportunity to run away. "Come back here, you little chicken!" Taylor yells after you. You leave his room and run out into the garage. "Come out, little sis..." Taylor continues to look for you in the garage. You hide under some tarp. 'Please don't find me, please don't find
me...' you think. Taylor is about to leave, but stops. "Something seems off. I don't remember tarps wearing shoes!" He says, exposing you.
Taylor drags you back to his room. "Tay please, let me go!" you yell. "Forget that, you ran, so just for that the wager's off!" Taylor laughs.
You fall to the ground and Taylor squats down on you. The familiar stench of ass and sweat return to your nose as he plops his butt
back on your face. You struggle in between his musty cheeks. PPPPHHHHHTTTT! Taylor rips out a loud and reeling fart. Your screams
are muffled by his butt as he let out more farts. BBBRRRRAAAPPPP! "Smells good, doesn't it Jamie?" "MMMMPPHH!" you scream.
BBRRRNNNNT! FFRRRRRTTTT! Taylor starts to take off his uniform.....
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