Button by button her blouse gapped open until all the buttons were free and there was a six-inch space down her front. She leaned forward into the mir...ror and flicked at something on her right cheek. Maybe a blemish? Not on my Sweet Sister. Not enough to notice, anyway.She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slid down her arms. She raised her left elbow and slid her arm out of the blouse, pointing her bra-clad breast toward the camera, the lace wrinkling with her gyrations. She dropped the. This whole living in this motel isn't going to work long-term."Alejandra nodded, "I would like that. And also a job, because I don't want Mounika to keep sending me money. It makes me feel bad." A job will be harder because most places will need a Social Security Number. Making the fake ID was easy. But getting a number is much more difficult. Sometimes people will pay to have you do something like being a nanny or maid without you needing one." I explained."I can clean, or cook, and I. I acted a asleep but could feel her eyes on me. I wondered what she was thinking. I rolled over onto my back and saw her dart away. I kept watching and a few minutes later she was looking around the corner. I took that minute to move enough pushing my cock upward she got a good look. This married preachers daughter, whom never watched porn was sneeking pics of my cock. I was hard as a rock.Then I heard Ray up so I covered up after she walked away. I got up and as he was in the shower, I. He smiled thatevil smile once again. He then crossed the room and lit some candles on the table as well as othersspread about the room. It gave the room a soft golden glow; he then turnedout the lights leaving just the candles. Pulling out a large blue bag she hadnot seen before he reached into the bag he pulled out some chains. "This my slave is called a sirik. It is a collar and chain combination,it will restrict your movement and enhance your natural beauty." He pulledit out of the bag and.