Jack swayed along in between Sarah's modest breasts as she went down for dinner. At the table, her and her family conversed, and as the meal went on, Jack grew more and more confident in his ability to escape. When it seemed like there might be enough time for him to make a getaway, Jack went on the move. Though the fleshy pillows on either side of him were large and kept him from falling down, they didn't press Jack tightly enough to prevent him from moving. Using this as an advantage, Jack easily climbed upwards, until his whole body was out and resting on one of Sarah's boobs. He looked up to make sure he was in the clear, and the face of Sarah speaking with one of her family members confirmed she was distracted.
Jack again seized this opportunity and raced for the top of the shirt. He was about to reach the brim, when Sarah suddenly got up. "I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom," she announced. "No!" Jack thought. As Sarah stood up, Jack swiftly grabbed onto the neck of the shirt in order to keep himself from falling back to where he started. He shook for a little while, as Sarah made her voyage to the restroom, then heard a door shut as the swaying stopped.
"Well, well. It looks like someone was being a bit naughty during dinner. I guess I can't trust you, huh?" a voice boomed from above. Jack reluctantly peered up and met the stern gaze of Sarah. "Sarah, I can explain, don't worry. I needed to get your attention, because, uh, because I.." Jack paused and Sarah intervened. "Aha! Can't even finish your own bogus excuse? You're in some deep shit now, little one. Since I can't trust you, I'll make you submit. Then, everything will be better again, and you'll have learned to not disobey me," she said. Jack gulped. A pair of fingers came down and plucked him off of the inside of the shirt. Sarah sat down on the toilet seat and removed one of her socks. "You interrupted me in the middle of dinner and I'm still quite hungry. So, I would like to get back to that. In the meantime, you'll stay in here, where I know you won't escape. And just a little warning, my feet might be a little sweaty after all the running I did in PE today," Sarah warned.
Jack fought with all his might to keep Sarah's hand from placing him in her sock, but it was no use. Using her other hand, Sarah pulled open the sock, then dropped him in, where he sailed to the end. Jack was horrified as the next thing he saw was pale, dainty toes coming in. Then the main body of the foot. There was nowhere for him to go, Jack was stuck. He screamed as Sarah's toes came closer. When Sarah had the whole sock on again, she stood up and wriggled her toes. "Don't worry, I'll break you in, but I won't be too harsh. As long as you behave, that is," Sarah laughed. She opened the door and left the restroom to return to her dinner, Jack caught in between her big and second big toes.
When Sarah continues dinner, does she play with Jack or not?
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