When Destiny knocks on my door at UNLV, telling me she just visited her daughter down the hall and heard she was failing Chemistry, and is looking for a tutor for her, I have a choice...
Do I tell her that she has me mixed up with another Asian guy who lives on this floor, or do I exercise my free will and see what she’s willing to do with those big tits to ensure her daughter graduates college?
What results from a series of choices is documented here in all its WET WET glory.
