And now she got everything and was using his hard-earned money for new cars and clothes. And what's worse: you were forced to get a job at nineteen to...make ends meet, while Riley and Miley got monthly allowances!You groggily roll out of bed, and open your drawer. You knew Meredith would come stomping up here any minute looking for her stupid bra, and you wanted to prove to her you didn't have it. Then you noticed something odd in the drawer. It was a camera. You pick it up, then remember some. " Tell me properly!" I really want to lick you out, Miss," I replied not quite catching on. Her stare remained, unwavering as she searched my soul."... and?" I, I... I really want to clean you up." Better, but not quite..."Finally, the penny dropped; "Please, Miss, can I lick your boyfriend's cum out of your pussy?" Again! Do it properly this time!" Please, please, please, Miss. May I please lick your boyfriend's cum from your pussy?"Karen smiled, certain I was truly up for it. "Maybe," she. Her pile of dirty clothes was on the floor. It was a few days worth of clothes, but I knew she had worked out today. I looked through the clothes and found her sweaty sports bra and panties. I rubbed the bra on my cock while I found the stinky crotch of the panties. The panties were very damp and smelled very strongly of cunt, sweat, and piss. I wrapped the bra around my cock and furiously jerked as I inhaled the smells of my wife's fuckhole. They were crusty and I could smell a big difference. With no responses after a week, and classes looming, I was resigned to applying at "MacDo". I was saved from burger hell when I received a call on my mobile. And so I met Monique, my student in English and teacher in all other things.She is three years older than I, and to my eyes she seemed extremely sophisticated, with her lustrous black hair always immaculately coiffed, manicured nails, perfect makeup, and svelte figure. She possessed a closet full of elegant clothes, and even in student.