The classroom door clicks shut, leaving the young masseuse alone with her teacher. She's always admired his power, his authority, and now, she wants to feel it. She guides his hands to her stocking-clad thighs, her heart pounding as he grips her, pulling her close. She can feel his breath on her neck, his hardness pressing against her. "Teach me," she whispers, pushing her ass back, inviting him to take her from behind, her uniform skirt riding up, ready for his lesson.