A few days ago, I and my mom were having breakfast when my mom asked me a question.“Beta, our financial situation is really bad these days. We need ...o think of an alternate income source. Do you have any ideas?”I was busy shoving food into my mouth at that time and was looking at my phone. I looked up at mom and saw she was wearing a purple cotton saree. She wore it very traditionally and it barely showed any skin.“Umm. I don’t know maa. Maybe I could look for a part-time job”.She shirked and. I battled my feelings, that is, until the day I saw the little whore in the Imperial Garden, sucking off a lowly gardener.I caught them through the bushes, hidden in an alcove and seated on a marble bench. The gardener was an indentured servant from Spain, a muscular, middle aged man of considerable strength. Helen sat beside him while he held one strong hand on her thigh to keep her still, and the other on his hard cock as he stroked it. Helen looked upset and kept trying to look away, but the. He took a moment to rub andtwist it softly until it was erect and my breathing wasbecoming more rapid. At that moment he pinched my firmnipple in his thumb and finger until I thought it wasgoing to pop. Shock prolonged my reaction and as my mouth flew openwith a gasp, he snapped at me, “Take the damn shotcunt, do it now, and do it without chaser.” I fought through the pain and did as I was told,sputtering for a moment after as the tequila burned itsway down my throat. He eased his. And our teacher couldn't find another one in such a short notice. So, she was going to cancel it all, until I thought about you!" Me?!" Well, we weren't going to do a nude portraiture, but when I told my teacher about you, she thought it could be even better." She does?" Sandra said and thought, 'Sure she did!'"So, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be our model this afternoon?"Sandra sighed while she thought about it."Pleassse," Heather begged.Sandra looked at Brenda."I told Heather that I.