Comments about grace mariner
I am your student. You are my teacher.
You see my flushed face as I masturbate for you under my desk.
You feel my heat. You smell my dark perfume.
I know it and I smile.
I am your most unworthy pupil.
A willful bitch that needs the whip.
You guide me, as Masters do with a strict hand and a skilled tongue.
And you smile.