”“OK Paul. I can see that you are rational. I apologize for my tone earlier. We’ll be able to work on this together, with no problems. I’ll ha...e the PI firm start trying to find out what the studios have against Miss Jones.“Miss Jones, did any studio executive, producer, or director demand any kind of casting couch favors from you in order to be hired for subsequent projects?” Sam asked.“I may be too inexperienced to understand a demand or proposition that’s not in plain English. However, I. I asked her if she knew what she was doing the way she always showed her tits and ass to a grown man.She said she had an idea but what could it hurt.(if she only knew).She said she did it all the time in school and noone ever complained.She then asked if I wanted her to stop.I told her if she knew what was good for her she would.She had a sly little smile on her face when she said"what you gonna do?" That was it. It,s on now.For sure.I had given thought to not doing anything because she had. God knows how many times I’ve already done so. And he asks her, “Are we still doing it now?” He was still lying contentedly over her lap, enjoying the feel of her hands softly rubbing his ass, especially when it traveled down further to the underside, brushing against his balls. His dick was already getting quite hard.“Yes, it’s right now. It will be taking place in my room. Now come on.” She pats his ass affectionately and says. “Get off me.”Tommy gets up and Emily notices he’s sporting a nice. She whirled away from the window, face flaming, and her initial outrage faded as if it were wiped away by the passing fog.Liz eyed her with thinly veiled amusement. "You think you know somebody..." I..." Nikki had to swallow and try again. "I, I meant Jake." She took another breath and felt calmer. "You know, the boy, with your friend?" Oh. Oops, sorry," Liz apologized, without looking particularly apologetic. "Let's keep looking."The next window revealed a man, masked and chained into a stock,.