Andrews – and my suborned pussy – some inappropriate ideas. He and I came to an agreement. I could save $500 the next month, and $200 each month t...ereafter, if the uniform was filled by its rightwise occupant – Whitney.I'll spare myself the shame of recounting the despicable details. Any reader of your stories can easily imagine the methods of manipulation and subtle deceit I used to get Whitney to eventually welcome Mr. Andrews to her bed. What also happened, a bonus that is often missing from. Is it a good manner? Is it courtesy? Why these super rich people behave like this? Did I do any wrong in the day? I was puzzled.I was feeling tired and bit heavy head. I took shower and changed to nightdress. It was quarter past eleven. The mobile, which was lying on my bed, was blinking. I opened so see the message. The message was from Madhuri. I first thought she might have regretted her behavior and might have sent a good night message. OMG! What was the meaning of her message? It just. The cool air felt good against my lips and the thought of the camera showing my most private part caused the excitement inside of me to rise. It validated that I had an exhibition side to my sexuality. I even took two fingers and spread my lips so that Shane could get a close up shot of my inner vagina. "I don't just say this to anyone, but that is one sweet looking pussy," Shane mumbled while he videoed. I thanked him before he asked for more, "Can you masturbate a little for me? Maybe even. “Fuck yeah; see you in a couple of hours!” Brad exclaimed.Lunch PeriodBrad slammed his lunch tray with his greasy pizza and bag of chips next to Drew who was grinning ear to ear with the iPad in hand.“So… did she drink it?” Brad asked“Fuck, yeah, she did. According to this app, everything is synched and ready to go.” Drew stated.“Where is she; she in here yet?” Brad looked around the cafeteria when Drew slapped him on the arm and pointed at her in the far side of the cafeteria.“Oh hell.