The student at the other desk was Mark, their was nothing special about him, just your average Caucasian male with an eating problem. Of course, his eating problem wasn't the same as Miya's, he liked smaller things, and in large numbers, especially sweets. As typical of him, his shirt had crumbs and food stuffs all over it, and at the moment he was even eating a donut, glazed and with maple frosting. With a pencil in his free hand, he was busy writing some kind of report, donut frosting staining his paper and smudging the pencil marks.<br/><br/>Miya smiled inwardly to herself, this was going to be fun, he was plump, and therefore would make a nice squirmy buldge in her belly. Rubbing her thighs together in anticipation, trying to not soak her panties before the action began, she got up from her seat and walked over to the boy. She walked around his desk so she would be in front of him,and then leaned in so her hands were resting on the desk and she was looking down at him. Mentally, Miya shivered, this was perfect, not only could she get a good view of her soon to be meal, but this position put her in a kind of dominance, peering down at the boy as he munched on his donut. As he looked up at her, wondering what she was doing, he only made contact with her eyes for a moment, before openly staring at her breasts. Now, the uniforms of the school were pretty conservative, but it was a hot day, so not only was she not wearing her green sweater, but she had the top two buttons of her shirt unfastened. Although not exposing much by themselves, with the angle she was standing, it revealed just a hint of the upper most recesses of her breasts, and the way he was oogling them, the only viewing he probably had were sneak peaks at the girls doing flips and somersaults in gym. She smiled inwardly, she had his attention, he even stopped chewing his donut to stare at the hint of her C-cup breasts.