Hey, Professor! I have a question ... do you think my shirt is too revealing? Is it too much cleavage? Does it make you want to shove your face between my tits? It's okay, you can be honest. I want you to play with my tits, too. And you're going to do what I say. Why? Because if you don't, I'm going to tell everyone that you had sex with me. You'll lose your job, your wife will leave you, and your entire life will be ruined. I can do that, and I will. So what's it going to be, Professor? Are you going to play with my big tits, or are you going to make me ruin your life? I take off my top so that you can kiss, lick, and suck at my nipples. I quickly realize how much you're enjoying it. You love my tits, don't you Professor? You're going to be thinking about them all week, aren't you? Every time you're touching yourself, even when you're fucking your wife, you're going to be thinking about me. I make you tell me that I own you and that I'm the only one that can make you cum, and I order you to only think about me every time you want to orgasm. Seeing one of your students so dominant turns you on, and I notice that your cock has gotten hard. Take it our, Professor, and stroke it. Remember - if you don't do as I say, I'm going to tell everyone that you slept with me! You stroke your cock to me while I show off my body. I make you repeat after me a bunch of different things, and it all means the same thing - that you're all mine, I own you, and I'm the only thing that can make you cum. I finally let you cum ... then I tell you to PROVE that I own you. You'll do anything I say, right? Then scoop up all that cum I just milked out of your cock with my perfect body, put it in your mouth, and swallow it. Wow, Professor ... you're such a good boy for me, aren't you?