It’s not an easy job,” she went on to explain.“But made easier when you have the ability to use blackmail,” Michael scoffed.“Yes, well there...is that,” Amanda had allowed her uniform to ride up exposing her gauzy chocolate stocking-tops.“But lets face the facts, most of my girls are like you, they protest at first but after a while they enjoy it; and those cash-filled envelopes I hand out every week soon ease the pain.”Amanda had arisen from her seat and was uncomfortably close to Michael. The. ‘Yessssss!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Yessss!!!!’ she cried, her body striving against his, seeking all the pleasure she could get. Then he was gone, his magnificent pole taken from her, leaving her feeling terribly empty. Bobby laid next to her on the bed. Amber, still feeling guilty that she’d allowed this to happen, nevertheless allowed him to pull her into his arms. After lying in Bobby’s arms for a while, Amber turned so she was facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She wanted to tell. "My Dad taught me how to pick locks when I was six, it's not that hard." I said helping him out. "Thanks my Name's Gregory Mouser...but everybody calls me Mouse." he said extending his hand. "Nice to meet you Mouse, I'm Scott Morrison." I looked at the interior of the locker and cringed, even though Mouse was a short dollip of a guy that was still a hell of a squeeze."How in the world did you get in there Mouse?" I asked. "It was Erin and the Crew who did it, they're always stuffing me in. She was asleep in the same position. I mustered courage and slowly tried to unhook her blouse without touching her upper breast skin too much. I was successful in unhooking three of her blouse hooks but while unhooking the last one, she jerked her body and turned sideward and continued to sleep without knowing the fact that her blouse is wide open showing-off her designer red bra with beautiful breasts trying to pop-out. She must be extremely tired. This unhooking had lent some fresh air to her.