But I like the little slut, even if I tend to prefer them a bit younger." I can hear the grin on the girl's face and I'm certain that I must be blushi...g all over my body. My cheeks feel taut and my heart beats like mad.To more hands join the others, roam inquiringly over my back, grope my butt cheeks, squeeze my tits and explore my stomach, and I feel like piece of cattle at an auction - like an excited piece of cattle in heat though, as my body betrays me and reacts with lustful electric. ’ An hour later, when Uncle Vincenzo was leaving, he gave Roxy his card and said, ‘You come and see me at 11:00 in the morning and well see what we can do with you Roxy. Please bring your CV and any DVDs you have showing you performing.’ The three women kissed him and the portly guy left. Roxy looked at the business card and blinked hard and read it again: Uncle Vincenzo was general manager of a theatrical management company that operated four theatres off-Broadway. She burst into tears and. I slipped a finger inside her with ease as her moisture increased. I continued to suck and lick. I inserted the second finger. She was so tight.Her legs tightened around my head and her hands pressed my head into her cunny. Her butt lifted off the bed as she let out a loud squeal, and her body convulsed as her juice flooded onto my lips and tongue. I continued to slurp her juices until she relaxed and pushed my head away from her.“That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced,” she. I dropped the Remington I was holding in my right hand and drew a revolver. By this time, he was gathering himself to jump at me, so my bullet hit him in the chest and killed him, but I still had to dodge the knife as his contracting muscles still propelled him in my direction. Damn! That was close! I had to stop taking the Indians for granted. He could have killed me with a gun, but, for some reason, he chose to use a knife. His foolishness was what had saved my life.Apparently, I had not been.