Chapter Thirty-Five

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

"Now, the next step on your list is 'do your research', and, as you will see a little bit later in this presentation, I have gone above and beyond in that category," she said with a hungry smirk, as if desperate to reveal that delicious part of the plan, a plan that made her mouth water.

"But before that, the next part is what I mentioned before. I am controlling my image. Like I have said repeatedly, to put it bluntly, I am a slut."

Lisa paused for a moment, putting her hands on her hips, jutting her chest out, showing off her impressive frame.

"I mean, look at me," she began.

Staring right at me, she brought her hands up and slid them under her large breasts, bouncing them in her palms before squeezing them lightly, grazing her fingers over her protruding nipples. She turned to the side and let her hand slide down her torso and over her round, jutting a*s.

"It is no secret I am the nei