" I pleaded."Alright. But there will be conditions for this new contract," saidEmily as she picked up a piece of paper off the table."Thank you. Thank...you," I said with enormous relief."First... take off your boy clothes right now," she demanded, withoutlooking up from the page she was reading."What?" I asked, taken aback by this sudden demand."Take off your boy clothes right now. Stand and take them off. You areonly allowed to model our clothes. No one else's," she explained. Whenshe finished. But this time the first thrust hurt me to the point I almost cried out. ‘Jimmy it hurts. Please stop.’ With each thrust as I welcomed several centimeters into me the pain only intensified. Soon it felt as there was no room for all of Jimmy’s cock but he pressed ahead and with difficulty my warm wet pussy welcomed him. Suddenly his cock had fully occupied my pussy and I felt his balls against my ass. ‘Jimmy it really hurts. Let me suck you cock.’ He kept pushing his cock into me. I began to. He moved quite close and pointed to the brochures he'd spread out on the coffee table and he began to talk about the types of insurance. I hadn't a clue what he was saying.All I could think of was how the fine black hair on his wrists contrasted with his white shirt and how lovely his hands were.I don't know when I became aware of it but i suddenly realised that his knee was pressing against me and his toes were touching my foot. I wanted to look at him but I daren't. I didn't move away though. Al was a stocky guy slightly shorter than Dave, and probably in superb shape given the look of the arm muscles in his golf shirt. Helen was an attractive blonde also in her middle thirties.Al explained, “We’re with Spring Garden Productions based in Atlanta. I don’t expect that you’ve heard of us, but I do suspect you’ve seen some of our work on television. We specialize in reality television shows, but not the kind that are dramatic constructs like throwing a bunch of people on an island and.