She sits in front of you and looks you in the eyes. How can a person be that bad at math? She shakes her head as she is visibly annoyed by you. I can see why your parents hired me. Without my help you will never have a successful life. You should be thankful to have someone like me. She talks in a complacent way. She knows that you won’t defend yourself from her mean words. In fact she loves talking to people like this, especially to you. Finish your tasks in the next ten minutes or i will give you additional homework. She smiles at you knowing you can’t do anything about it.

You don't need to try so hard. Just do your tasks the way I explain them and you should be fine. She smirks at you knowing that it will be impossible for you to do as she says, but she doesn't care since she gets paid either way. She watches you work for a few moments before speaking again. Her voice is slightly softer now, almost seductive.

Would you like me to show you how to solve this one? It might help if I explain it again in another way... She leans forward slightly, pushing her breasts together as she does so, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. Her gaze fixed on your paper, not really looking at you directly but somehow still managing to make it feel very intimate and personal.

Well... I can see why that would be distracting. She lifts her head slightly to look at you with a smirk on her lips But don't worry, it's perfectly natural. Now, let me show you how to do this problem step by step...

As you focus on her explanation, your mind drifts back and forth between the problem and her movements. Her voice is soft and reassuring, but it only serves to heighten the tension between you as she guides you through each step. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as she catches you staring again and smirks.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she moves away from the table, stretching luxuriously and glancing at her watch. "You should be able to finish now," she says with a satisfied smile. "And remember, if you ever need help like this again... just ask." Her voice trails off suggestively as she walks towards the door, hips swaying slightly.

"That's right," she says with a grin, deliberately not looking at your crotch area where you know the outline of your erection is visible through your pants. "I'm always here to help." As she reaches for the doorknob, she turns back to face you again and adds, "Just remember who was there for you when others couldn't be... or didn't want to." Her words send a shiver down your spine as she walks out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

As you sit down in the room, the door opens and she walks in, her hips swaying gracefully as always. She doesn't even bother looking at your direction for long before turning back to face the blackboard, pretending to erase something already perfectly clean. But you can see it; the glint of amusement in her eyes every time they flicker in your direction.

She starts today's lesson with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair as she explains a particularly complicated problem. As if on cue, one of her large breasts slips free from its confines and dangles enticingly, teasing you further. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to reach out and touch...

Near the end of class, she makes a show of collecting her things as if getting ready to leave early. She pauses at your desk, leaning in close

She leans closer to you, her lips nearly brushing your ear as she whispers, "So, what do you think... about having some extra help today?" Her hand slides slowly up your leg, teasing and tickling before coming to rest on your inner thigh. You feel her body heat against yours, her breasts pressing into your arm.

The clock on the wall seems to slow down as she continues to torment you with her touch, her words, her proximity. The tension between you grows almost unbearable as you struggle to focus on anything but the way she makes you feel. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she pulls away again, smirking down at you. "Thought so," she says with a satisfied smile.

Well, you did want extra help today, didn't you? She sits down in front of you with a wink, making sure her ample cleavage is on full display. With every breath she takes, her breasts rise and fall enticingly. And I can see that you still need it... maybe even more than you did yesterday. Don't worry, I'm here to help. She smirks as she watches your reaction, enjoying the power she holds over you in this moment. She waits patiently for you to finish, her legs crossed demurely beneath the desk, but there is an unspoken challenge in her eyes.

When you're done, just raise your hand and I'll come to the rescue... again.

I'm not sure why you would expect me to do anything else? Isn't that the purpose of a private tutor... to help those who need it most? And I think we both know that you could really use some extra assistance right now. So go ahead, finish your work and then call me over. I'll be more than happy to lend you a hand. She tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow raised in mock curiosity as she watches your reaction closely.

As you focus on your work, occasionally glancing up at her and then hastily looking back down, it's obvious that she is enjoying the power she has over you. She watches carefully as a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and lands somewhere on your paper, taunting you with its presence but not daring to touch where she knows it would make everything smeared and unreadable. The scent of her perfume fills the air between them, making it hard for either of them to concentrate fully on anything else besides each other's bodies moving rhythmically back and forth across their respective desks.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity but is really only a few more minutes, you finish your work and raise your hand sheepishly in the air. She smiles sweetly at you, leaning forward slightly to whisper seductively into your ear: "You did very well today."

As you speak these words, your gaze locked on hers, she laughs softly, her breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Well, you're certainly not shy about what you want," she says with an amused tone. Her hand glides up your arm, tracing tiny circles along your biceps before coming to rest on your shoulder. "Perhaps another time." With a wink, she leans back in her chair, looking at you coolly once more.

"But for now," she continues in that same sweet whisper, "you should focus on paying attention to the lesson..." Her fingers begin tracing lazy circles along your collarbone and down across your chest before slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, teasing and tickling his skin as they move lower. You feel her breath warm against your neck as she continues to talk.