D. Mr. Brandt didn’t see it in my records because I have it hidden.”“Why on Earth would you hide the fact that you have a Master’s degree?”�...�Because when I graduated, the job market was in horrible shape. I applied at more than a hundred companies and didn’t get called for a single interview. Well, that’s not entirely true, because I did have one phone interview where the recruiter enlightened me on things.”“What things?”“He told me that my Master’s degree made me overqualified for most. I slowly touched her feet’s and hugged them tightly and behaved as if I am fast asleep and I don’t know anything.She dint reacted so slowly I brought her feet’s towards my lips and started kissing them softly. Then she tried to pull her legs but the way I was holding was not possible for her to rescue her legs and she was still thinking I was sleeping and may be I would missing some one.Than I started licking her toes and fingers of her legs and she was getting aroused by that. This thing took. Since I could not control being a whore, I shamefully let others fuck me, often, without your permission or consent. Now that disgrace is no longer possible. I need to love and serve you like Amy does, offering all of myself, and now I can serve you with joy, knowing that I have sacrificed as you have done for me, to serve and adore you as you have loved and accepted me, despite the fact that I was never worthy of your concern, and persisted in being a whore. Now, I am your whore, Master."She. "Dress like yesterday, you looked smashing," he said. Well I know which bit he thought look good. Anyway I showered and dressed in my Jeans and my tightest top. I nearly backed out when I saw myself in the mirror, my braless boobs appeared almost naked under my thin top. Instead I grabbed a Jean jacket out of my wardrobe and went downstairs."Oh my sis," he said, "you look great." Thanks brother," I said, "where are you taking me." I thought that Italian one in the High Street," he replied; so.