”“Ahh, I wondered when that horrible Chantelle creature would come into the story,” she smiled.“Secret number two, I’m afraid.”“So it wa... you who ... shopped her to the police?”“Even without Clinton she was still preying on young men.”“Including you, honey?” she teased as she patted her still-distended belly, “Fond of the fuller-figured woman, are we?”“Only you, sweetheart, only you.” I kissed her hand as it rested on her stomach. “I was never ever in her clutches, but apparently she had. I was 15 and had blonde hair all the way to my ass and a nice tan. Blue eyes and a firm young body with b cup tits. Most guys told me I was hot.I started flirting with him, and smiling. I made sure to sit in the front and wore short skirts and low cut shirts. I often spread my legs under my desk, but I never caught him looking. I did see him looking down my shirt a few times when I leaned over his desk, but he never did anything inappropriate. I kept up the flirty behavior and waited for my. I did not want it to appear that I was inviting him for sex but rather wait till he loose his cool and rape me. That way he can’t go telling his friends that he had bedded me. After the exposing my overly sized breasts, I began to pulled down my panties slowly exposing a cleaned shaven pussy (most Muslim women are clean shaven down there) as I said to him,” I always sleep in the nude.(this off course is a lie. But I eventually get naked when my husband wanted sex) Then I began to lie down and. The following incident took place with my maid who’s been working at my place for over 9 years. All this while she worked for us, I never had any sexual fantasies for my maid Rani, but all that changed one fateful afternoon in July.My parents were off to work, but due to a bad hangover I decided to stay back home and relax for the day. Rani came in as usual at 10 am in the morning. To describe her in one word she wasn’t great in looks, around 5’7 in height, wheatish in color, 34 – 38- 42.