She took the loose end of the pallav and arranging it properly to cover her breast and tucked it tight to her waist. She gave her chin a defiant tilt ...and proceeded to sweep. She swept diligently working into every crevice and corner. Mr. Richard’s eyeballs reverted repeatedly from the paper to the bosom of his maid hoping to see the pallav loosening. It did not happen. Sweeping over, she left. Mr. Richard knew it was the day for swabbing. He waited. Presently she was back with a bucket and mop.. "stupid slut!" he breathed. "you think you can resist me whore? You fucking think you can say no to me?"the man ripped her from out of the vines and flipped her over. He brutally rammed his cock into her, over and over again. She scream out, crying for help, but no one could hear her. He plunged his hips back and forth as hard as he could, ploughing his cock in and out of her cunt roughly. The man reached around and rubbed her clit furiously, bringing her to the edge of orgasim but even letting. " Oh God!" I say with a weak voice and walk back to him meekly. My eyes are glued to the screen. I look at the video and see a bunch of guys cumming in my face."I don't know everyone on this video personally, but I did recognize three EXTREMELY busty young women." He jokes pointing at my bosom. "So, are you ready to confess, Miss McCarthy?" Y-yes sir." I nod submissively."Camille, honey. I'm not angry. Like I said, I was your age once. I know how parties can get out of hand. I actually think. I moved out of my parents house right after graduation and my teacher's salary didn't cover all the bills so I had a weekend job delivering for Papa John's. I was surprised by the name on the delivery slip as Wendy R. at room 240, The Hilton Garden. Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for the jocks, of which I was not. I was surprised by the fact she was staying at the Hilton, when she only lived 20 miles away. During.