My most favorite thing to do is pick up the phone and call a plumber, electrician, handyman or some other blue-collar tradesman. I love the rough, hai...y, sweaty, primitive types best. The more uncouth, dirty and brutish, the better!I always make up a story about a leaky tap or squeaky door hinge or some nonsense. Of course, they always say they can't see a problem at which point they alway turn around to see me bent over with my tight little skirt hitched up. I hardly ever wear panties so they. As of yet I'm undecided," Keira looked up at Micheal almost pleadingly, this couldn't have been for nothing she thought."You, however have impressed me to the point I might have a job for you. I see potential in the way you conducted yourself, my only concern is if you can follow orders or if your loyalty was just to your sister." Micheal walked around the room, picking up Keira discarded phone, a quick slap on Cheslea's ass. Returning to the window. "So, here it is," he turned to Keira.. We thanked her, and then headed to the classroom to wait for class to start. We had notebooks from other classes, so we all had pens and paper to take notes.When class finished, we headed back to the dorm and were finally allowed in. We all went to our rooms and when I got into mine, it was obvious it had been searched, but it wasn’t overly messy. I didn’t see anything missing, nor anything horribly out of place. I went to check on the others, and found similar situations. The real question was. A round bed with ivory posts stood in the center of the room, covered with satin sheets and silk pillows. Candles of different shapes and sizes were lit in spots around the room. Rose petals were scattered on the floor. Jana was wearing a gold corset that laced up the front and pushed her full breasts up besides a gold g-string. Her hair was down. Her lips were colored fire-red. Long, gold satin gloves adorned her hands. Jana was sitting on her knees with her legs apart, waiting for Marc, her.