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Although it wasn’t visible I was pretty sure that bitch printed the photos of my computer when I was asleep. It was my mistake. She was illiterate still she learned all about the computer because of me. The times when I operated the computer while she sucked my dick or while she bounced on my lap with my dick in her butthole.Vasanthi fell on her knees. She was in tears as she spoke, “But…but… these are not real,” said she.“They look pretty real to me,” said that bitch Mina snatching the photos from Vasanthi. “Don’t they…” said Mina extending her arm towards someone. From the door entered our watchman but he stayed in the shadows, watching.“Please I beg you…” said Vasanthi joining her hands to Mina. “This never happened.”“Doesn’t matter. Let’s see what your sons think about the photos. After that maybe we will ask your students at school.” The horror struck Vasanthi at that moment, and me when I watched it over the recording.I was imagining a walk of shame where Vasanthi was forced to. "It'll wear down once we got back," the voice of Ronnie Cho, my handlerand direct supervisor, came out from Miranda's - mom - lips. "Just giveit a couple minutes."'A Couple minutes'. Shit, how many lapses will hit me in those coupleminutes?Ronny Cho didn't look worried that much. His delicate hand - withpainted nails - clung onto the steering wheel. There's no trace of panicin his stolen face. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark glasses whichframed her angelic face and drove the attention to her high cheekbonesand exquisite lips. Her blonde hair, styled beautifully in a bun lookedintact and delicate. Suddenly I recalled some of the nickname boys inour neighborhood gave her. The Uber Milf. Hot Stuff. Goddess. To namethe few of them which I read from the dossier right before I donned themask of her daughter.Even when driving, Ron's slender posture - covered in a whiteturtleneck, pencil skirt and boots - was still radiating the feminineconfidence and coolness which was the trademark.
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