Catrina blushed from the fact that she was finally able to feel a little bit of what he was feeling, though it didn't take a psychic to know. He'd been staring at her breasts and it was evident he'd wanted her in some way. A playful smile played on her lips as she watched him put his head down. His blond hair seemed to radiate with the sun, there was something about him that she liked, something that attracted her. A sudden pang of guilt passed through her as she realized he was her student, perhaps it was wrong for her to think of such things. Her eyes fell to the floor as she leaned back in her chair.<br/><br/>When her eyes rose back to look at him she was in awe. A spark zapped through her fingertips as she felt herself gain control of her mind. The shutters on the window closed automatically behind her, leaving only small thin lines of light from between the wooden planks of the shutters.<br/><br/>Her mind and her body linked closer together than ever before, she felt every fiber of her nerve endings and every part of her mind seemed to work simultaneously. Catrina stood up from her chair and walked around the oak table and behind her student. A low hum vibrated in her mouth as her hands reached his shoulders. She squeezed his muscles with her palms and began to work on it, feeling so much tension on his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Akira," she said softly, "you seem like you're under a lot of stress." Her voice was so low and smooth it didn't even seem like it belonged to her. Her fingers then moved to the back of his neck and then spread out through the strands of his golden blond hair as she massaged his scalp. Her own soft hum resonated through her body filling every corner of her being. After a few moments her hands went back to his shoulders as she pulled him up and pushed him to sit straight up on his chair.<br/><br/>She stepped in the small space between him and the desk. The back of her soft skirt rubbed against the back of the wood before she slid on top of it. Her legs parted, leaving her white lacy panties vulnerable to his eyes as her skirt pushed up. Each leg went to either side of him, her heels hooking to the back of the chair. He sat in his chair, between her legs, his face only inches away and above her sex which was now soaking up her pantie. The insides of her thighs burned at the touch of his arms, he felt so good and warm she wanted to pull him closer, have him complete wrapped around her legs.