Inside her room, posterboard and chalks, her bohemian prints on the walls, and her unicorn collection. I knelt down. Under her bed, in a little pink b...sket with a heart on it, was the coconut oil. And a long, thick vibrator. She was such a clean freak, i was surprised at how not clean this thing was. Freshly used, it was glazed like a donut with her sugar cream. A film of clear white pussy juice covered the entire length of the veiny, chrome penis and dripped down the handle all the way to the. "I think I can handle that." I responded beckoning her to my table.Even though I never outright admitted it to them, both Dad and Mr. Gifford knew how I felt about Rebecca. Though this promised to be a childhood fantasy comes true for me, it still didn't change my feelings for Tiffany, or the fact that I hoped to someday make her my wife."So you came all this way just to attend our hen party?" I asked."Well to be honest, I also wanted to checkout a college nearby that I'm considering applying. My strategy worked well beyond my wildest expectations.They were very thorough with each day’s lesson, eager to see my cleavage and navel and bare midriff. Every day, at end of class I would change into a dress promised a day before. Every day of the 2 hours allotted, last 15 minutes I ear marked for the seduction. I had several blouses with different designs and cuts with plunging neck lines of different degrees.On the second day when I was going in to change, Anil asked me “Aunty, how do we. To think a man will pay so much for what in many cases he could get for free! Just because I’m an actress, really. Acting, not faking, don’t get me wrong. I love what I’m doing, but I know how to show it, how to drive a man wild by showing what I’m feeling, and as he goes wild, it drives me wild. And men pay me hundreds of dollars to have orgasm after orgasm with them. And the orgasms I give them are worth every goddamn penny. That’s right, stare at my tits. They’re beautiful, and they want.