The strain is too much

Sudden remembering the hole in her pants, and the fact that there were still students stood behind her, Miss Nolan twisted, trying to throw her hands over the hole.

The movement, admittedly with a little help from your power, is finally enough to cause the slacks to fail. The button that had been holding them up snapped, and almost instantly they fell to her knees.

Both of Miss Nolan's hands were behind her, trying to cover her arse, but that meant that right in front of her, Tabitha was afforded a clear view of Miss Nolan's pussy, her barely trimmed bush visible at the hem of her shirt, that was still hanging slightly open.

Miss Nolan gasped, bringing one hand forward and burying it between her legs. Her cheeks were burning red and she could hear the sniggering of students all around her, as her body began to shiver with fear.