"Of course, I'm going to have to take lots more test shots," Tony began, "but I'd say the job's yours if you want it - uh, what's your name, anyway?" ...Mrs. Verne Smith... Sandi Smith," the astonished blonde replied, an odd little tremor running through her as it always did when she gave her married name instead of Seeburg, her maiden name. An inauspicious giggle buggled in her throat at the sheer absurdity of what was happening to her. How could this strange young man be offering her a job. I need a 40D bra size. So you can imagine how big my tits are.Not just the breast, I also have a decent hip, 35 inches. My waist is small, though, just 27 inches. I am a brown girl, not so good-looking. But this is my story, and I will tell you guys how I earned millions using my body and pussy. A week after my 18th birthday, I convinced my parents that I wanted to study further and left the village. I shifted to a big town that was completely new to me. But I never thought that this town would. The less I learned, the better, atleast I hoped so.A bell rang and everyone started to get up, grabbing their dinnerwareand leftovers. I decided to just sit and let all the others go ahead ofme, but slant eye Rudy started poking me, and gesturing to get a moveon. I decided not to create a scene, as I had yet to understand any ofthe code of conduct. Better just to go with the flow!As I reached the dustbins where we dropped all our leftovers andutensils, a guard there scrutinized every inch of me. However, if she did that to Heather, there would be severe consequences later. Since Heather really ruled the school social structure, Christine realized that pissing her off that badly was a suicide option. I'll have to play along for the moment and think up some other way out. I'm not only stronger than her, but I'm smarter too, so I ought to be able to do this.Heather sneered, "Come on, I don't have all day, virgin queen. Oops, I mean Ice Queen."If there was one thing Christine hated more.