It seemed like a good way to wind up dead in a ditch. That kind of freaked me out so I texted my best friend and told her I was doing something slutty...and sent her a screenshot of his info just in case I did turn up dead in a ditch.I didn't really need to worry about my skull being turned into an ashtray though. Part of what I like about this guy is that he’s genuinely a nice guy. When we were planning today he spent a lot of time assuring me that if I wasn’t comfortable with acting out his. Reginald's business arrangement with me to runthis place permitted me to flee from a bad situation."I said, "Okay, that makes sense. However, can I ask you about my jobhere? Couldn't you have given me special privileges so that I wouldn'thave to perform sexually for the customers? I would still like to havethose privileges if you can do that for me? I would really appreciateit."My Stepmother looked surprised, she explained, "I know you probablyexpect special treatment from me for being my. No he likes a real women who knows what shes doing but always wanted me in the uniform. Well I am the kind of girl that likes to tease.So on Saturday morning my man rolled out of bed his nice tanned buff body in his tight white undies with his semi hard cock making them tighter. As I watch his tight ass walk out the room to go and sit in front of Saturday AM football. I decide now is the time.I grab my tight white blouse which only just does up against my ample breasts. Grab one of his red and. ‘Things done in the dark will one day come to light’. ‘A fish would never get caught if it only kept its mouth shut’. ‘To err is human. To forgive is not company policy’. However the ‘other side of the coin’ meant that this could all go very good. ‘Never let them see you sweat’. ‘Damn the torpedoes’. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final.