can't stop cumming on my cousin....
what would you do to her ?
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Dress like a slut for me.
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Here is my true confession:
Four years ago, I downloaded the Whisper app and started posting fake Whispers just for fun. In one Whisper, I said that I make $250k annually, and most of my job was just showing up to meetings and nodding my head.
That Whisper was featured, so thousands of people saw it.
Within a few hours, I had dozens of messages from people, some of whom wanted to know what I did for a living, but some were from women who were looking for jobs.
I replied to the women and made it clear from the beginning that I was interested in an attractive secretary.
(It was all a lie, of course. I'm actually a stay-at-home dad. My wife makes about $180k annually, so I quit my job ten years ago to handle the domestic side of the relationship. It's a wonderful set-up. I recommend it.)
Anyway, three women responded back to me, saying that they understood what I was looking for, and were still interested in working for me. All three were college students: two white and one Hispanic. I had them send me their resumes and an "introduction video." I told them to wear what they thought I'd want them to wear as my secretary.
They got the hint. There was a lot of cleavage in those videos.
I managed to convince two of them to send me complete strip-tease videos. The third one wanted "proof" that the job actually existed before she'd send me anything more than a cleavage shot.
A few days later, once I had my fun and had all I wanted, I ghosted on all of them.
I still have everything they sent me, including their resumes. I like to Google them from time to time, just to see if they still look the same. They have no idea who I really am. I never told them a single true thing about me.
The weird thing is, it's not so much the seeing them strip that excites me anymore, but it's the power I feel I have over them. I know everything about them, and they know nothing about me. The complete power imbalance makes me hard.
