Don’t be a baby, she immediately scolded herself. But knowing well that he held her anew under his spell, she didn’t avoid his oceanic eyes anymor.... Bare as she was, she followed him down?to a secret he chose to share solely with her, down dark winding stairs to his underground lair. He gestured for her to enter through a low stone entrance that reminded her of catacombs? And indeed she shrank back a second when she became aware of the vault-like chamber lit in an eerie light? Well, it was. Something gnawing at my innermost being, and I know. I’m a fraud. A clever hoax created only to fool myself. God I hate being insightful. I tear those thoughts from my mind. Hit man, I tell myself. I’m a hit man. A successful business associate of Mr. Isaac. Nothing more. Nothing less. Rounding a corner I see that we’re there. Pulling in behind the building, Glen kills the engine. Closing the car door behind me, I see that we’ve parked behind a large warehouse near the river. Nice, I think to. I could see his pre- cum dripping out the the tip of his dick and heading for my wife’s opening he slowly rubbed his cock head against her opening and gently pushed it in then pulling out and pushing it in further working it deeper each time. My wife was really moaning now and i had got up to get a better view from behind them. She had completely disapeard under his big hairy body with only her long legs spread out at far she could, to allow him as deep as possible into her. He started to pick. Can you understand that?" Why?" he asked. "Why did you do it?" You really want to know don't you?" She sniffed with a bitter look onher face. "Fine don't say I didn't warn you!"Jackson listened intently as she told him her story from growing up in asmall farm in idaho to being kicked out on the streets by her father.Then making her way to Hollywood where she was found by a down and outagent who transformed the little street urchin into a rising star of1940's Hollywood."I had it all," she.