My Professor (illustrated letter)
"Here's the deal," I grinned as I laid it out for him firmly, and in a no-nonsense tone of voice:
"My grade is now an 'A', and I'll rub my cunt all over your face and let you cum that way. If you please me for the rest of the semester in class, and if you help me whenever I need it until I graduate, I'll come over here now and then and make you do things you never dreamed of."
"Or... If you don't do everything I ask, I'll call the police and say that you tried to rape me."
"I don't think this is going to be a very difficult choice for you, is it? So, what's your decision?"
He swore loudly, but he seemed to grasp the reality of the situation quickly. "You've got your 'A', Miss R-----," he sighed, sounding quite defeated. "And I'll do whatever you want." In this sentence he sounded less dejected and almost excited -- as I knew he would be.