The ride back from the airport to the end of the line was a hour and a half ride one way. “Naturally. It’s my luck that I only get five people on ...he bus, but I have to stop at all of our stops because only person is getting off the bus at a every stop“ was my thought. Feeling a bit annoyed I had no choice but to roll with the punches and just get through my night. Less than an hour later I’m pulling into our main hub dropping off my passenger. I wave and tell my supervisor and the front. ”Jason’s hesitation was brief.“Good.”Carlotta turned to hand him the cream, fresh-faced, and acting as if she wasn’t topless.“That’s great! What did you get up to?”“I met some women,” Jason said cautiously. “How was, uh...”“Mine?”Carlotta beamed, thinking of the hours she’d spent with Matilda’s head buried between her legs.“Amazing.“Jason put the bowl of cream down, and slowly stepped towards his boss. She froze in place, her heart racing, blood pumping furiously throughout her veins. His hands. Why?’ Leslie was laying halfway down on the couch. ‘Why?’ ‘Yes. What has caused the moon and stars to align in such a way that a young actress, as talented and beautiful as you are, to start taking recreational drugs?’ Lee asked, waxing poetic. ‘I just…’ Leslie blushed slightly at the compliment but still found herself unable to answer. ‘It says here,’ Lee flipped through her file. ‘That when you were younger, your parents, your father specifically, pushed you to take on every role. That one moment of solice where she would return to him and remain in his arms. He was truly in love with his ‘little mob boss girl.’ The knock on the door to his room brought his erection down instantly. Taking him from the high of his that was known as Julia Watcher. But when he opened the door, that cock skyrocketed once more. The burning in his loins grew once again but faster as he glimpsed upon Julia in a… A french maid outfit? She had begun to take a duster along his chest as she stepped.