Prof. Torres

"Hola!" The voice of Professor Torres answers cheerfully. Taking a deep breath before speaking, you stutter slightly.

"Er.. Hi." Way to go stud you think to yourself.

"Who is this?"

"Ermh, it's me Professor Torres. I'm calling about that collar you offered!"

The voice of Prof. Torres suddenly turns husky. "Oh my, it's my little toy student calling.."

All of a sudden you're suddenly tongue tied, your breathing becoming shallow.

Prof. Torres chuckles at your shallow breathing, the sound penetrating your mind. Her voice seems to lure you further into her grasp.

"So.. what about that collar, hmm?"

"Ehm, I.. uh.. I want to.. to.. to.. accept it!"

You hear yourself say the words from like from a great distance off. Prof. Torres moans into the phone, sounding shivers down your spine.

"Oh my.. You make me so excited chico.."

Her voice pulls you in further, trapping you in her web.

"I'm all wet and need my **** to clean it up.."

Your cock is pressing against your belt painfully and you're panting, your breath labored.

"Meet me in class ****, you've got work to do. See you soon.. Oh, and don't be late."

The line goes dead and before long you're headed to Prof. Torres class, your choice made, new adventures beckoning.