Lisa

Lisa Vanderpol was very wealthy. She had married rich, then gotten divorced and got a house, a nice SUV and very generous alimony payment. She was known around town as socialite who was always immaculately dressed, and her hair and make-up were always perfect.

She showed up first.

"Where's Tori?" she asked. "I have a spa treatment soon. I don't have all day."

John used the ring on her. "You are obsessed with getting my cum all over your face. I know you will do anything I want if I agree to let you suck me off until I cum on your face. You can only orgasm if a college-aged boy cums on your face."

"Oh my god. How did you know?" she asked as she blushed deeply and put a hand on her chest.

"Tell you what. You pay me $2000 a month, and I'll face fuck you and cum on your face any time I want."

She nodded and licked her lips.

"Also, you will pay for me to get my own place, furnish it, and come by once a week dresed inthe sexiest, skimpiest french maid outfit you can find and clean it from top to bottom."

Lisa nodded again. She was breathing heavily. John could tell she was conflicted. A rich bitch who probably could not tell a toilet brush from a mop was going to be cleaning your apartment like a lowly sevrant.

Before anything else could happen, the doorbell rang.