Lisa and Ivar walked back into the house. Lisa walked in front of him and swayed her hips from side to side. The mere sight of her large buttcheeks jiggling turned Ivar on, and also dazzled Tara. Lisa walked over to the kitchen and took the food and plates to the table and put it down. Ivar put Tara on the table. "I don't have a plate your size." Lisa said "You being super small and all." "Lisa!" Ivar said. "Oh I know I am." Tara answered. "It's difficult being just two inches tall. I always got picked on by my sisters. I had to be homeschooled and I never made many friends. But then I was asked to model for some pictures, got this job at the company and I met you ofcourse." She winked at Ivar "So I think my life turned around pretty well!"

Lisa gritted her teeth. That disgusting bug was hitting on her man again! She would get her back! "Well Tara" Lisa said "how about you eat from my plate with me?" "Sure!" Tara chirped and climbed on the edge of the still empty plate. Lisa scooped up some mashed potatoes from the pot and dropped it on her plate from a high altititude. Bits of mashed potato splattered on Tara. "Ah!" Tara exclaimed while wiping it off rapidly. "Hot hot hot!" "Oh noes!" Lisa exclaimed slightly sarcasticly "I'm so sorry!" "It's okay." Tara said. Lisa could barely contain her laughter. While eating the three people talked, Lisa however was constantly talking over Tara's little voice. She didn't want her to talk to Ivar. At one point Tara had been talking for five minutes already and Lisa had had it. While looking at Ivar she scooped up a bunge of mashed potato with Tara on it and quickly putting it in her mouth like she didn't see she was on it. "Hmmmm!" Lisa moaned exaggerated. She slowly started to swallow bits of food to scare Tara, making her think she would swallow her. "Where's Tara?" Ivar asked. Lisa smiled and then feigned a shocked look. She put her fingers in her mouth and took out the tiny soaked girl and dangled her by the back of her shirt. "I'm soooo sorry!" Lisa said.

"I...i..it doesn't matter." Tara said while shivering. "It was a..an accident.t.t.t." "Yeah. Yeah it was." Lisa cooed like she was talking to a baby. "We should get you out of those wet clothes!" She started to pull at Tara's shirt. "Let me get that for you." "No no no!" Tara said and struggled. Lisa grinned and in a supple motion she tore off Tara's shirt ripping it to bits. Only to reveal a tiny topless girl. That bitch isn't wearing a bra?! Lisa thought. For the tenth time tonight she fell like just squishing her. Ivar looked with his eyes wide open and Tara just covered her breasts. "Oh sweetie I'm sorry!" Lisa said with a slight tone of mockery. "I'll make you a new shirt! I got an old sock with a very nice pattern!" She smirked. "Oh, no thanks." Tara said "Let's continue eating." Lisa sat her down on the plate again and Tara uncovered her breasts. What?! Lisa thought. That tiny slut didn't even mind her boobs being on full display?!

After dinner Ivar and Lisa stood up and Ivar said "I'll do the dishes." And he took the dishes to the kitchen, since the table was inbetween the kitchen and the living room. Lisa swooped up Tara not saying anything and walked over to the couch but didn't sit down. "Ivar is mine you little skank!" Lisa hissed at Tara holding her mere inches from her face between two fingers. "W...what?" Tara stammered. "I..I know I wasn't trying to pull anything!" "Oh please!" Lisa said "Talking about how great he is! Whipping out your mosquito bites!" "I only showed my tits because you ripped my shirt appart!" Tara yelled. "Tits?!" Lisa exclaimed and laughed. "THESE, are tits." With that she wedged Tara in her cleavage and smashed her boobs together making her squirm. Lisa grinned a mischievous grin. She plucked her out. "I wasn't trying to make you look bad!" Tara said. Lisa's face changed to a friendly smile. "You know," she said "I think we got off on the wrong foot." "I think so too." Tara said. "Good!" Lisa said. "Because then I would like you to get to know my" Lisa's face turned to a cruel grin "right foot!"

With that Lisa slipped her right foot out of her high heeled black shoe and wiggled her toes teasingly. "No please!" Yelled Tara as Lisa lowered her to her foot. Lisa just grinned as she put her between her big and second toe. She clenched her toes together keeping Tara in her place. She slid her feet sightly back into the high heel. "Buh bye sweetie! Ahaha!" Lisa said as she slid her foot all the way in her shoe laughing during the proces. Tara started to squirm and Lisa scrunched her toes to torment her even more. She tapped her foot a couple of times and Tara stopped squirming.

Tara was in absolute horror. Lisa's feet were sweating like crazy and after a short while Tara's breasts and her clohing were soaking wet. It was also quite warm and the humidity made Tara thirsty. So she lapped up Lisa's sweat. Lisa could only laugh. "I might just leave you here all night long!" She said to her shoe. Lisa sat on the couch for 15 minutes wiggling her toes and foot torturing the tiny girl more. Ivar walked into the living room. "Where's Tara?" He asked. "Oh she had to go, someone came to pick her up sweetie." "Ah okay." He answered and sat next to Lisa. "Then we have the place to ourselves." He started to kiss her neck. "Oooh." Lisa moaned and giggled. She was getting turned on and this made her feet sweat even more. They fooled around for hours more and the sweaty feromones were almost drowning Tara. "You go to the bedroom, I'll be there in a minute." Lisa said and Ivar went to the bedroom.

Lisa walked over to the front door and opened it, revealing their front lawn. She took off her shoe and plucked Tara out. The tiny girl was soaked, beaten and hanging between Lisa's fingers limply, shivering because of the sudden cold. "I don't think I have to mention that if you ever tell this to anyone, my feet will finish the job." Lisa grinned. She flicked Tara form between her fingers onto the front lawn where she laid limply slowly and weakly moving. Lisa turned around to look at her "Ivar is mine, bug."