“You’ve certainly come a long way since your first screen test, Amna,” she remarked admiringly. “You really didn’t have anything like the pa...sion and abandon you have now.” Amna smiled sadly. She stroked Fluff’s arm around the tattoo of an ejaculating penis. “It’s all thanks to Fluff. Thanks to her I’ve learnt to enjoy sex.” “But surely Fatima’s help and assistance must have contributed something as well?” “Fatima?” “Yes. Your agent. She’s given you so much coaching. And she’s paid so much. I bounced up and down on his cock fucking him hard. His hand covered my mouth as I moaned loudly as his cock hit my back walls. I then stopped bouncing and road back and forth on his cock. My clit rubbed up and down his pelvis and as it got stimulated I reach climax and orgasmed again. After I finished orgasmning Nick took control moving me onto my back and moving on top of me in missionary position. He thrusted deep hard and rough in and out of me. Giving me great pleasure as I moaned. He then. “I want to see how they respond with you sitting next to me. You can be affectionate, but try not to go overboard for now.”When we came down the stairs, James was waiting for me. “Here are the resumes for those who are still here and the standard contracts for employment. Most of them are housekeepers, but they all have at least five years of experience. I would advise you to interview Zara and her husband Marcello first. They are the only cook and groundskeeper applicants here, but they were. My wife talked to the nurses who were already doing the cock milking and they said it felt just like a medical procedure and there was nothing sexual in it, at least at their end. They would sit at a small desk doing their work and when a form was pushed through the slit in the wall they knew a guy would soon need to be milked and got ready. Once milked into the container they would then send the sperm on its way to be processed. My wife came home that night and asked what I thought about it. I.