Even though hidden by my bra, my nipples were hard as marbles. The material strained against the forward push as they grew even harder when I rubbed t...e palms of my hands over them. I rocked my hips from side to side while I pulled the shirt tails from my skirt. I let my shirt hang open as I bent over to watch my cleavage in the mirror. I shook my breasts to the music. Then like a professional dancer, I teased the mirror while I lowered my blouse off one shoulder then the other. I worked it. Now they were frozen in shock as the judge was thrown on to the floor, in front of all of them."Is he dead, have you killed my husband," the woman whose face was thick with make up on sad raising her hand to her mouth."He will be if he doesn't give us what we want. Now all of you get into the sitting room. Lock the maid in her room, she has nothing to do with this," he said first t o the people sitting at the table and looking at Loo to lock up the maid.A dining chair was dragged into the. I said I will, but she needed to set the mobile in the bedroom. So I can have a live feed of their romance. She was fine with it.By the way, she wore a very sexy black one-piece that barely covered her ass. The dress has a string to hold her boobs. More than half of the boobs were out of the cup of that dress. She had heavy makeup, which made her look like slut.We both went to the living room and had a chit-chat with Atul. He was 5″9′ with triceps and 6 abs. He has a clean and white body. I. She wanted to play around? Well fine then. But she would have to pay the consequences. She had betrayed everything he believed in and had taken the trust he had in her and threw it away as casually as a booger. The fucking could be forgiven. The betrayal which the fucking represented, however, could not. There was no room for disloyal people in his life. He couldn't be always watching over his shoulder, wondering who would screw him over next.It was then that the germ of The Plan began to form.