Kelly wells teaching her naughty slave’s body

Do you want me to do a cheer for you?

I didn't ask you to do a cheer.

What is your name?

I'm Leah.

Leah.

What school do you come from, Leah?

The school of Knox.

Knox.

Knox.

Yep, the school of Knox.

Can you describe that?

It's difficult.

And where the hell is that?

It's in New York.

Great!

Another pipsy little New Yorker in here, huh?

I guess.

What do you mean you guess?

Is that your answer for everything?

I guess.

You guess.

Oh, creepy cheerleader girls.

Are you sure you don't want me to do a cheer for you?

I don't want you to do a cheer.

What do you want me to do?

Well, you're not here for tryout.

Then why am I here?

Because if you didn't come here, you can't be a cheerleader.

But you're not here to tryout.

Okay?

You're not here to cheer.

I'm not a cheery person, and I don't like people cheering in front of me.

It just fucking annoys me.

Okay?

Okay.

I have to touch you? Creepy cheerleader girl.

What is this? Some kind of initiation?

Something like that. Where did you learn that word?

You've watched some movies, haven't you?

Maybe I learned it at school.

I'm going to give you a creepy initiation today.

I'm going to make you wish your creepy little ass didn't come into my office.

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