Have you signed she calledCan I come inNot until you signedOK I will sign please let me in, she unlocked the door , I went in , Kate I said Sign it sh... saidI signed the paper, she said this isn't a game Chris this is real you understand that don't you?I noddedShe put the contract in her diary which had a combination lock,Good she smiled, drop your trousersI undid them and let them fall to the floorAnd your pantsBut your mum will be home soonPants she said ! I obeyedshe stroked my semi hard cock. “Twice you’ve gone up against a fucking Navy puke and twice he’s handed you your ass. You’re a goddamn embarrassment, is what you are. We’re the fucking laughing stocks of this entire system – all because of you.”“The faggot sucker-punched me,” Gunter barked.“He sucker punched you?” Bork asked incredulously. “Twice? I can see maybe the first time – but twice? You knew he was a fucking sucker-punch artist the second time – and you let him do it again? Are you fucking brain damaged, Private? Are. I looked up at him and he turned his head and smiled and I grinned back. My pussy started to get damp as he moved closer to it and then as soon as his fingers touched my clit I was dripping juices all over his hand. Then he says "hmmm, somebody likes this. I wish I could see that sweet, tight pussy." So I lifted my hips and hiked my dress up for his liking. He then started rubbing roughly where you could here my pussy juices run through his fingers. I started to moan as he pushed 3 fingers in. .." Looks just like you, Marion!" Woof!" The trip was a disaster, of course. They still want me to change my name back to Klutts. Can you imagine a model who is a Klutts?" I've know a few," Jill Johnson smiled. Marion started walking around her, studying her from every angle."I'm glad to be back in the City, and ready to get another job. I don't have too many years left as a model. Then what will I do? Open an agency of my own?" Woof!" She and I are not that old!" Marion said, straightening.