I've always been his star student. I saw that fetishy desire in his eye when I walked into class, his gaze tracing every step of my legs. My glossy pantyhose. The squeak of my sneakers.

I couldn't help but play with the thing that wanted me. I'll surely get even better grades now. His decisions are all mine, with his cock in my hand, he'll do anything. I'll tease, deny and stroke him silly until I get what I want.