What good would talking to them do? Nothing. It would only serve to make her more like Trixie. Still, she had to distract herself from that damn music... Very much against her whole wishes, Brooke found out she started to despise her alter ego’s singing less and less. It was catchy and cheery…And technically, she wasn’t half bad a singer. She sure wasn’t using any auto-tune. It was fair, but that didn’t matter. She couldn’t afford to let herself warm up to the identity they wanted her to adopt.. ’ She leaves me with a thickening cock saying she needs to go get ready. After she is out of the room, Jennifer tells me to strip. It has been 10 years since I’ve undressed in front of another woman and I am surprised how nervous I am stripping to my boxers. Jennifer stares at me as I stand there. ‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ she finally says, nodding toward my boxers. I grab a long drink of scotch and then slip off my boxers to reveal my half hard cock. ‘You’re going to do just fine,’ she. They screamed all the time, for no reason or any reason. They threw things, ate the art supplies. She hadn't accomplished anything at all. And to top it off someone was banging on the door to the room. How in the world had it gotten locked? She opened it to find a handsome young man standing there, a piece of paper in his hand."Uh... Miss Thompson?" he asked, peering past her to the chaos in the room."Yes?" she said. She glanced over her shoulder to see little Tommy something-or-other push a. When I first saw this land I fell in love. It is all wooded and I can see why the lumber industry was so prevalent in years long gone by. One day, one of the hottest in the summer, most of my guests were at the beach. I was doing some cleaning up around the outside, and I had just a swim-suit top and a pair of shorts on. Under the shorts I had the bottoms to my suit on because I had figured to join my guests on the beach later on. I can see the Lake from where I am and I pause to look at the.