Torture?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
softshoe
Because Sandy's desk was near the ack of the class, she had no trouble making sure her motions were small enough to not attract the attention of anyone else in the room. She quickly unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and dropped Phil inside, quickly buttoning back up. For the rest of the class period Sandy used her forearms to rub her breasts together, using great caution to not attract anyone's atention.
When it came time for the class to end, Mrs. Pritty came over to Sandy's desk to determine what his next class was and how he would get there. Obviously, she could not find Phil. Phil heard Sandy say above him, feeling the vibrations in his fleshy prison, "I didn't see him move, Mrs. Pritty. I was too busy paying attention to your lecture."
"Of course dear, we will simply have to find him."
Phil yelled, "I'm here! I'm here!" causing the attention of both Sandy and Mrs. Pritty to focus on Sandy's bosom. Sandy reached in and plucked Phil out, screaming, "Eww, he got in between my breasts, the little pervert!"
Mrs. Pritty reprimanded him. "Well, Phil, what do you have to say for yourself?"
When it came time for the class to end, Mrs. Pritty came over to Sandy's desk to determine what his next class was and how he would get there. Obviously, she could not find Phil. Phil heard Sandy say above him, feeling the vibrations in his fleshy prison, "I didn't see him move, Mrs. Pritty. I was too busy paying attention to your lecture."
"Of course dear, we will simply have to find him."
Phil yelled, "I'm here! I'm here!" causing the attention of both Sandy and Mrs. Pritty to focus on Sandy's bosom. Sandy reached in and plucked Phil out, screaming, "Eww, he got in between my breasts, the little pervert!"
Mrs. Pritty reprimanded him. "Well, Phil, what do you have to say for yourself?"
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March 24, 2025
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