I sent my message: Hi, how are you? How are you feeling? Are you alone?With an evil grin, I send my message and waited for her reply. It arrived a few...minutes later. She said that she was not alone and that she was sipping on some wine and added that I should know what kind of a mood that she was in. Evil grin.I then sent her another message: What are the chances that we can meet somewhere later tonight? I needed to taste your cunt. She replied: We'll have to go somewhere else. I have someone. I escorted her outside, the driver holding the door open for us.“I have to tell you,” I began, but seeing her like this made it difficult for me to talk.“What?” she asked when I hesitated.“It’s silly, but I feel ... like I am a pretender,” I tried.“A pretender?” she pushed, her eyes showing concern.“You look like royalty,” I told her. She smiled, but looked confused.“I feel like I am some peasant pretending to stand next to the princess,” I added with a soft smile.“No my warrior,” she said. "A curling iron." He answered gloomily as the girls sat in eager anticipation of the next question."Question number seven. "Which would you say you would be more proficient at, fixing a leaky drain under the kitchen sink or fixing dinner?"Marc could hardly move. He saw no way out now. "Fixing dinner."He answered with his head lowered. "Question number eight. When you see a woman for the first time, what do you notice first? How her hair and makeup looks or the size of her breasts?"The question. A few days later we were back at the same spot and set up to roll. I thought the first girl I asked was going to call the cops so we watched and got ready to run if they showed up. We waited about an hour before starting back to trying to find another girl to film. It was the third girl that I approached when I got a yes when I told her what we wanted and that we would pay her. She turned out to be nineteen. She was petite and dressed In short shorts that showed a lot of ass cheek and a.