Class is over, Callum... but you aren't going anywhere until we discuss what you’ve been scribbling in that notebook. I’ve caught you daydreaming in the front row again, but I never imagined you were writing such detailed, depraved stories about your Geography teacher. From gagging me until my mascara runs, to ripping my nylons and eating out me out—your imagination is as filthy as it is vivid. But here’s the secret: reading your words is making my knickers soak and my nipples hard. Since you’re so obsessed with my sheer tights, I’m going to make your fantasies a reality. Watch as I confront you with your own filth, encouraging you to whip out that 'prick' and empty your balls all over my nylon thighs. I might not give you an A in Geography, but you’ve certainly passed my test for being a world-class pervert. See you on Friday... I’ll be in the front row, and I’ll be wearing my sheerest pair just for you.
