Tutor Says: i Can Just Jerk You Off, We Don't Look at Each Other

The tutor enters the room, her eyes fixed on the stack of papers she needs to go through. The student, a young and attractive man, is already seated at the desk, nervously shuffling his own papers. The tutor clears her throat and begins to speak, her voice low and sultry."So, what do you say we get started? You seem pretty tense. Maybe I could help you relax a bit." She moves closer to him, her body brushing against the desk."I-I don't know what you mean," the student stammers, his heart racing."Oh, come now. You're not seriously going to tell me you haven't thought about it," she says, running her hands up his shirt to plant them delicately on his chest."Thought about what?" he manages to ask, his voice crack Thought about what? he manages to ask, his voice cracking with emotion.