Ms Garbanza
I must not sext with sluts on the internet
I tell you to sit on a small, low wooden chair in front of my desk. It is far too small for your adult size, so your knees are up towards your chest, and your buttocks spill over the edges of the seat. I sit on the high desk in front of you, my feet dangling, one leg crossed over the other, and regard you over the top of my glasses. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you?" You look at the floor shamefacedly. "Yes, R...