“Why thank you Tira.” The teacher said rather politely as she sat down on her chair behind her desk. The woman gave a sly smirk and an unsettling gaze at Charlette with her hazel eyes, framed by her thin dark eye brows. She flicked long wavy blonde hair back with her dainty hand and rested her hands on her voluptuous crossed thighs, her blue pin stripe shirt seeming to strain to contain her ample breasts. “I hope you give me a good show…” the teacher said suggestively.

Tira wrapped her arms around Charlette’s neck, resting her chin on the young girls temple, “Don’t worry, we are going to have lots of fun… aren’t we sweetey?” Charlette, wide eyed with terror shuffled and squirmed as she began to try and plead for her life,

“P-please don’t eat me. I-I am only little…” her sentence was cut off as she began to sniffle. Tira twiddled her fingers in Charlette’s hair,

“Don’t worry, I am sure you will fill me up nicely and you will be nice and tender as well!” As Tira spoke she lifted up her shirt revealing her trim firm stomach. She pushed Charlette’s ear next to it so that Charlette could feel the warmth and hear the gurgling. The young girl frantically raised her small arms in an effort to push agasint the stomach, get her ear away from the warm soft flesh, but Tira held her tight and she giggled, “It looks like she doesn’t like the idea of going in my stomach.”

The teacher had become quite excited by the display, slowly sliding her short skirt up her thigh and gently teasing herself, she answered sardonically, “Well if she doesn’t like that, she certaintly wont like the idea of being plopped into the toilet now will she?” Both the teacher and Tira laughed as Charlette continued to whimper.