Miss Sullivan

You take a closer look at the teacher as she glares at the late student. A moderately attractive woman, dressed in tight black trousers, sensible shoes and a tight green blouse, straining a little over her breasts. "You know the rules Miss Opal!" Miss Sullivan says angrily. "You will arrive at my class on time, or you will explain why to the principle."

The student stammers a little, looking close to tears as Miss Sullivan stalks towards her and you decide to help the poor girl out. A subtle click of your fingers and the top button suddenly pops off off Miss Sullivan's blouse spinning out across the floor and suddenly flashing a large amount of cleavage at the stammering student.

"What the?" Miss Sullivan gasps, reaching for her blouse.