I want to say something but can’t I have something soft gagging my mouth.I hear three distinct claps and a door opening and shutting, footsteps and ...ery quiet giggles.Then I feel hands on my arms massaging a warm thickish liquid, the scent wafts to my nose, smells like roses. I realise I am naked when fingers reach my shoulders and my breasts. I stiffen, I am scared. There is nothing I can do I can’t move and can’t see. Fingers rubbing my nipples and I feel each nipple betray me by. Everything that "Vicky,"is belongs to me. I will comfort you, take care of you but she is for me.Do you understand?"I sat quietly and tried to absorb what she said. "I think so. Okay if Ireserve the right to ask questions?" Of course silly," she smiled. "Let's go downstairs."I followed her down the steps, watching her ass in those tight shorts."Wow, Janet, I did not know you had a hot tub."She stopped and said, "Let's start there."I had a helpless reply "I don't have a suit."Janet laughed. "No. He could easily assume it was someone pretending to be her, sending him messages as some kind of mean joke. Besides, she was--in the backstory I had invented for her--another student. He’d be suspicious of an off-campus email with her name.Another video on the school YouTube channel would just draw more attention to him. And another video would increase the chances of people recognizing her. I didn’t put much stock in the collective intelligence of most of the other students, but a few of them. I don't know what her reasons were because she didn't share them with me. All I knew was that I wasn't the first one she had interviewed. In fact, I knew that she had interviewed many others before me, but for some reason, all of them had appeared to be inadequate and for some reason, I was not.So I went to work for the Chopras.It wasn't all that hard doing what needed doing. I'd come from a big family and I was used to looking after my brothers and sisters, so keeping a house clean was nothing.