If Anna hadn’t known that Casey was a boy-toy, she would have sworn that she and Rosanna were more than friends. Anna was a perky brunette, under fi...e feet tall, well-developed young woman who had known early on that she was attracted to other girls. Rather than be ashamed and fearful, she wore her sexuality with pride. Fortunately, she was in an artistic school, which was accustomed to the eccentricities of its students. In a moment of genius, Anna realized that she had a perfect opportunity. “I have to pay him rent every week on my ass,” I said.Emily wanted me to skip to the part where she gets money. I felt it was important to explain the concept to her.“Master will set a goal for me every week based on what we are doing. The normal goal is 3,000 points. Every dollar I earn for him is 1 point. I no longer handle my own money, and I no longer get to spend it. He can also award bonus points if I do something exceptionally well or if I win a bet,” I said.He wanted me to engage in my. I shrugged.“What do you mean?”She looked down to my chest, which was practically popping the buttons off my uniform.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl scout with such huge tits,” she said at last. It sounded funny, in her posh accent, and I laughed, pulling up my socks to my knees, her eyes following every move. “How old are you again?” she asked.“Nineteen. Why? How old would you like me to be?”She blushed then, and I wondered if I’d gone too far.“I don’t know what you mean,” she. But in real life they didn't turn each other on, which was a big joke on the set.Maybe they were both too gorgeous, Chrissy thought. Gene Jepson sure was a hunk. In his late thirties, superbly built, he was mobbed by hordes of screaming female fans whenever he went out in public. Maybe that was why he valued his privacy so much. When arrangements were being made to film the series on this island, Gene had demanded a trailer all to himself, set off at a distance from the others.That was where.