I love you. What you want me to do to prove my love.She: You have done enough to prove your love. I believe you, baby. Go ahead.Me: What shall I do?Sh...: Lick my pussy. They are waiting for your hot saliva. I want to feel your mustache on it.Me: Sure baby. Do you like it?She: yes. I have been fantasizing your mustache and beard on my pussy.Then, I opened her panty to further prove my love. She had a clean shaven pussy. It was darker than her skin color as all of us have. I saw tiny hairs on. The screen goes black.'God I love that video. You look so pathetic and depraved. If you are not willing to follow my instructions in regards to the cameras, I will be forced to send that to your family Whatsapp group and DM your friends. It's your call. Be my personal private cam-slut or be disgraced.'Now I was full-on crying. I knew that my makeup was running down my face. I had no idea that Michael had been filming me in that intimate act with Rover. Had could I face anyone if they saw that?. " That's more than fair. Can you afford that?" Oh yes. I didn't do this to make money. As I told you, I'm already well off, so I just want to remove any possible problem that might crop up from the original formula." Well, if it's as good a cleaner as the first batch, I shouldn't have any problem swapping the new for the old. I can probably handle that myself if you'd like. Keep you from having to be too visible around the place." Well, that's very thoughtful of you Carl. I'd appreciate it.. Business had been good. Pen said it was the best week the saloon had ever had. Because of that, everyone, including me, received a sweeter paycheck. I was right happy with my seventy-five dollars. I was going to miss those fat paydays when I started at the new club. My deal for running the new place was that I’d draw twenty-five dollars a week with a room and meals. On the other hand, I was in line for one-sixth of the profits, if there were any. The pressure was on me to make my idea work,.