There is a boy who is completely addicted to my boots. I love to tease him by making him sit very still under my desk, without moving a muscle. She loves my attention, yet I deny him. I wear my sexiest pair of over the knee leather boots. I know they make him drool, and that's why I wear them.

I text my girlfriend, telling her that I have a loser under my desk, paying just to be in my divine presence. He is being allowed the pleasure of being so close to my leather boots he can smell the scent of them. He is not allowed to move, only watch as the object of his affection ... Show more