Quite suddenly, Tira placed Charlette’s head onto the table, “Hold still a little, gotta to get this shirt off.” Tira said as she tried to remove her shirt with one hand and keeping Charlette’s squirming head on the table with the other. Eventually Tira gave a sigh, “Fine, if we want to be little miss difficult…”

Still holding Tiras head down, Tira lifted a leg up so her foot was on the table, to the side of Charlette’s head. Then, both feet were on the table as Tira stood over Charlette. Looking down with an evil grin, Tira swivelled Charlette around so she was looking up at her tormentor, turning her head in embarrassment as she gazed up Tira’s skirt.

Tira lowered herself down onto Charlette, wiggling her hips as she did. Charlette looked just in time to scream out half of a, “Wha-!?” before her face was smothered by Tira’s crotch, who was still wriggling her hips slightly. With that Tira began to leisurly remove her shirt, her firm breasts bouncing out of her bra pert and perky.

The teacher had now removed her own panties and begun to masturbate quite thoroughly, licking her lips every once and a while. Tira said jokingly to her teacher, “It is as if they built these shirts so we had to take them off to eat, sweatshirts would have been better.” The teacher smiled back,

“Well she is such a little thing, you probably didn’t need to take of your shirt anyway. Not that I am moaning or anything…” Tira gave a blush as she heard another high pitched muffled cry come from beneath her. She looked down tenderly,

“Sorry sweetey… almost forgot about you.” And with a wink she sat up, leaving Charlette sputtering and gasping for air. Her recovery was cut short as her skirt was pulled down and her shirt ripped off, each item of clothing removed eliciting another little squeal causing laughter amongst the diner and the spectator.

Lying there, the pale petite Charlette, completely naked, panting heavily, realized that this was the first time she was not caught in Tira’s vice like grip. With a look of determination and a furrow of her brow she hopped off the table and made a dash for the door.