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You click a buzzer locking the interoffice door, stand, revealing your erect cock, slam your hand on your desk and say, through clenched teeth, "You will tell me what you think about that your father doesn't want me to know."  You glance significantly at the cricket bat hanging behind your desk.
You click a buzzer locking the interoffice door, stand, revealing your erect cock, slam your hand on your desk and say, through clenched teeth, "You will tell me what you think about that your father doesn't want me to know."  You glance significantly at the cricket bat hanging behind your desk.
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You flick the switch on the interoffice intercom and say, "Samantha, please call Emily Jones to my office."

Samantha winks at you through the door between your offices, and responds, "Yes Sir." Then you hear over the PA, "Emily Jones, please report to the Principle's office immediately."

After a few minutes you see the six-year-old come into Samantha's office, look nervously at the secretary and go toward the row of chairs next to your door.

Samantha says, "Go right in, and close the door."

You notice the red light come on on the cam in an upper corner of your office.

You have Emily sit in a chair specifically arranged for you to look up girl's skirts and you see she's wearing plain white panties. You take your cock out, under your desk.

You ask, "Do you know why I called you in here?"

Emily says, nervously, "No Sir."

"Miss Jensen has told me that sometimes you don't pay attention in class."

"I'm sorry, Sir. Sometimes I get distracted and think about other things."

"Can you tell me what you think about that's more interesting than Miss Jensen's lessons?

"No, Sir, my daddy says I'm not s'posed to."

You smile, having your suspicions, and say, "You can tell me, you won't be in trouble, and I won't tell your daddy."

"Daddy says if I tell he might go away. I don't want my daddy to go away."

You click a buzzer locking the interoffice door, stand, revealing your erect cock, slam your hand on your desk and say, through clenched teeth, "You will tell me what you think about that your father doesn't want me to know." You glance significantly at the cricket bat hanging behind your desk.