My Professor (illustrated letter)

My Professor (illustrated letter) by cactusman

"Now, now," I replied, calmly taunting him. "How can you say I'm being cruel when I'm giving you the chance to masturbate with me right here instead of in your fantasies? I'm surprised at you! Now I want you to pleasure yourself. Just like you do when you fantasize about me. Come on," I urged, "take out your penis and masturbate for me, and I'll let you have a great view of my cunt. You know I'll make you get really hot."

"Well ..." he said quickly as if he was going to argue with me, but then he got quiet -- as if he suddenly realized the folly of looking a gift-horse in the teeth.