Her chair falls over

She suddenly realised she was still going down, past the point where the chair should have stopped her. Somehow she had tipped it half onto its side and now Sandry and the chair crashed to the floor, drawing the attention of the class, including the teacher who had just walked in.

"Sorry!" Sandry called from where she had landed on the floor, "Ow."

Robyn put out a hand and helped Sandry up, but her eyes were on Sandry's chest. Looking down, it was easy to see why - Sandry's blouse had snagged on the desk as she fell, and the overstrained buttons had come off easily, now leaving an oval of pink flesh exposed, along with Sandry's D-cup breasts, clad in a lacy light pink bra that was flimsier and more transparent than Sandry would have liked.

"No!" Sandry gasped, taking her seat and crossing her arms over her chest, "Could this get any worse?!"