This choice: Lunch time (she takes u out when all the students are gone) • Go Back...Chapter #7A more permanent solution by: Slim   Phil heard the shuffle of feet and thought, "hmm. . . nwo that the girls are gone, maybe she'll let me out? my arms are killing me!"
However, his arms did get a short rest when the huge breasts on either side of him suddenly pressed in on his, supporting him, giving his arms a rest, but crushing all the air out of him! Ms. pritty, keeping her upper arms pressing her boobs together, unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse and looked down at the boy's head poking out of her cleavage, gasping for air. She eventually released her breasts, saying "let that be a lesson to you. Now, for the rest of the class, you must remain out of sight in there because the girls will want to play with you. However, you can rest on the strap of bra between my breasts, so you can take notes. I will try not to jostle you. . . much" as she winks at Phil. Phil, now excited that he gets to spend the day learning in the comfort of his gorgeous teacher's bra, eagerly asks to go retrieve his notes from his desk, where they remained from before his punishment. As Ms. Pritty was about to pluck him from her cleavage, the bell rung. "No time!" she said to him as she hurridly buttoned her blouse back up. She stepped over to Phil's desk and bent over to scooped up his belongings and desk (turning Phil's world topsy turvy. Luckily Phil was still stuck in her normal cleavage, she hadn't had time to let him out), and as she put them into her desk, the girls began filing in. As soon as everyone was seated, Kendra raised her hand.
"Yes, Kendra?"
"Um. . . Ms. Pritty, where's Phil and his things?"
"Phil will no longer be in this school. His parents came and got him during lunch. We agreed that his conduct needed to be improved before he was allowed to mess with girls." The woman with you between her breasts responded, causing most of the girls to blush.
With this, Ms. Pritty began to lecture te class, Phil attemping to listen as well as he could, distracted as he was by the massive mammaries on either side of him, pressing him gently. He felt he might be able to concentrate better is he had notes on paper on which he could concentrate. But did he want to concentrate better?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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