A gentleman to train

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She seeks gentlemen to train her,
To give respect and to obey,
With directions she'll be sure, sir,
For that is certainly her way;
She has little experience,
But she is most prepared to learn,
She sometimes gives a weary glance,
But that's not really their concern;
Focus on her advertisement,
Try to imagine her wrapped limbs,
They can take them on advisement,
And hug this lady on a whim;
She'll not ride out to the airport,
Taking roads that are less travelled,
They're the cats and she's the mouse, caught
Once her willingness unravelled;

There's first class to unwind in,
See the way she'll stretch her legs,
As he remarks, without reminding,
She'll sit up, so that she begs
To be kissed on transportation,
In the privacy of his choice,
When belonging, hesitation
Won't distract her from his voice;
She's the bitch that he requires,
She's the most desirable tease,
With the soft curves he admires,
She is so ready, now, to please;
As she prepares for embarcation,
With all her cases; and his trunk
In her mouth, where salivation
Will soon ensure she's filled with spunk;

She should really be so grateful,
As he transports her to the place,
Where delinquency is solvent,
And she can lick away all trace
Of gentlemanly offerings,
That come with that silver spoon,
And the classy sufferings
He'll inflict on her so soon;
There's a spanking as they're starting
To delight in the countryside,
With her pants down, she is parting,
He can observe she's 'cuntryfied';
When they are in a tunnel, fucking,
While the engine picks up speed,
He can turn her round for sucking,
As a gentleman's decreed;

And his decree is her order,
Since she's learnt to be his prism,
For she is the sweet inspector,
Who will collect all his jism;
In the places that he chooses,
Where she obediently closets,
She won't take any excuses,
As she banks sticky deposits;
Once she's found her destination,
She'll not ask for the exotic,
Save champagne and some crustacean:
So refined and so erotic;
She'll not travel on city buses,
Her request could not be plainer;
You know well what all the fuss is:
She seeks a gentleman to train her.

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