Brenda ran her hands over her breasts and asked "Do you think my titties are too small?" Chuck's brain had reached overload about five minutes ago. He...wasn't sure even how to answer that question, or actually whether to answer it at all. Brenda had obviously drank too much, and she was not the precise professional she was in the office at all. Chuck handed her the halter top and told her that he thought they maybe should call it a night. Brenda expressed objections, but Chuck helped her put her. ' I walked out of the 'Hose Beast' shoot because of their lack of professionalism, not mine. If you take a few minutes to peruse their comments – and the actors' comments about them – you'll see I'm not the only one who feels that way. It's why they have to pay $1,500 instead of $900 and it's why no one – absolutely no one – works with them twice."Ben's eyes narrowed."An 'after-hours performance?'" he asked. "Is that what I think it is?" If you think he thought I would fuck him for a hundred. During this time I could feel her nylon stockings rubbing the tops of my shoulders and the sides of my face as she rocked about. My sense of smell began to detect the aroma of what I soon realized was her delicious pussy above my face. I was going out of mind. Was I dead or alive? I didn't know which but I wanted to touch so much this curvaceous body that giving me such pleasure. Abruptly she sat up on her haunches and repositioned her long legs and sat down on me so that now her delicious. Another thing they had in common, the love of Italian food.The date, as before, was great with stimulating conversation, but much more personal. Both were from the Chicago area, she was from the western suburb of Wheaton and he was from Chicago, a neighborhood called Lincoln Park. Susan's parents were middle class, her Father worked for DuPage County as a caretaker for the parks and public buildings, her Mother worked part time at the elementary school as a secretary, while Nathan's Father was.