Finally, Ms Thompson appears through the crowd. She's a tall, sun blonde, late-40's woman. She's wearing black round sunglasses, black leather bootie, a tighter around the stomach but loose around the chest top exposing her clearly enhanced breasts. She is wearing a pair of dark blue mom-jeans, strutting towards you. She smiles when she spots you and gives a small wave. "Good to finally see you again! It's been so many years, you are so much larger now! Last time... oh you must have been in training pants," greeting you.
You blush a bit at the mention. She gives you a hug, your face awfully close to her large breasts. You would have enjoyed it more if the constant pressure in your bladder wasn't deafening. You squirm a bit on the spot which Ms Thompson spots, "Gotta go to the washroom? We will leave right away, it's a short 30 minute drive home. You just need to hold it for a bit". She grabs your bag and starts leading you out. The pressure is so firm you can't walk very fast, out of fear the tension held in your loins might release.
"Ummm, Ms Thompson..."
She interjects, "Oh, no need to be so formal, call me Beth!"
"Bettth, I think I need to go," you stammer.
"I know Sweetie! You don't want to use the washrooms here, they are disgusting, smelly, and unclean. I cannot tell your mother you got sick in your first few days under my care." She continues to march with your luggage. You slow down, she turns her heads and circles back, pushing you along. "Let's go mister, you can hold it" You get to the car. She throws your luggage in the back of polar white Mercedes- Benz GLC. Click
She hops into the front seat, "hop into the front passenger seat! Let's get you home asap, I'll drive quick". You crack open the door and lift your left leg towards the step into the car.