She- So you wanted to give this gift to me?Me- I told you na that I have bought from my heart.She smiled and opened it. She saw the gift.She- You are ...n idiot.Me- Oh, maybe I am. But I did what I wanted to do.She – It will be a waste. I can’t wear this.Me- Why? I have bought the perfect size. Why can’t you wear?She showed me bra by taking in her hands.She – You know my size, then you should also know that I don’t wear these type. The half cup doesn’t suit me.Me- I know you wear full cup padded. Seeing a well reddened bottom squirming while thenaked owner stares at the corner under my command, not allowed to touch saidsame scorching bum is rather a turn on, I must say. I then spoke words that, to this day, she both loves and hates to hear, "Bringme your hairbrush." I knew she had one with her because she had told me that she always carriedone in memory of her late husband who required her to have it handy at alltimes. He and I had a lot in common for we both considered our favourite. Soon Carol was laying over the other, kissing frantically, her hands feeling a firm round breast covered still in her sweater. Christi looked up over the woman's shoulder towards the dresser mirror. She smiled with her eyes, knowing that Mr. Trudeau was somewhere in the house, watching a hidden camera behind the mirror. The two ladies were moaning, and Christi was playing it up, her legs wrapping around the other's waist, her arms wrapped around the strong back, her hips pressing rhythmically. Karma should have made her talentless, to even out how attractive and flat out conceited she was, but she still found herself cast in a leading role semester after semester. Shed also found herself in quite a few beds. A voice popped into my ear a few minutes later, informing me via walkie-talkie that the director was ready to start. I continued making announcements, getting everyone settled and quiet, and the first group ready to head into the space. My responsibility after that was to keep.