You’re fucking hot and I tell you so, climb on top of you and unzip my pants. I tell you to do as I say or there will be consequences. You say yes s...r. I will be a good girlTake out my cock I command you. You separate the zippers and reach in and feel my already hard veiny cock and only grin. You pull it out and I scoot up so I’m straddling your chest. You voluntarily start unbuckling my belt and I slap your hand and say I didn’t tell you to, learn in to kiss you and grab your hair and pull. I walk towards the table where my sister and Doris are getting drunk. I totally forget that I have the train lantern by the handle, in my hand. ‘I see you found something, stud.’ Doris says, laughingly. ‘Yeah, I guess. It sort of called out to me. I never saw this sitting anywhere in your house, where you been hiding it?’ I am still confused about why I haven’t let it go. I see my sister haggling with a woman about the price of some candle holders. I thought I hear Lucy say fifteen. I could be. Her head pressed into the mattress now and she rocked slightly her hips back at to me as I trailed a finger over her clit that sent a jolt right through to her sizzling core.My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her brain. Her hands fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails.Her moans were constant, muffled by her. Maybe the power of her orgasm has psychically reached him and he's talking to her again?"MONDAY. THE OLD WAREHOUSE OFF MADISON. WE START FILMING 8 AM. DON'T BE LATE. WEAR A BUSINESS SUIT AND MAKE SURE YOUR ASS IS CLEAN."Wow. How romantic. And also, what the fuck is he talking about?She writes back:"Hello to you, too. Dan, we talked about this. I don't work for you any more."She feels a twinge of sadness as she types it. Her career has started to skyrocket in the last few months and agents have.