He then approached me with the usual bullshit story about how I have the potential to be the next Nicole Kidman or whoever and if I were to sleep with...him he’d make sure that doors were opened for me in Hollywood. I told him that when the doors opened I’d consider opening my legs for him. I thought no more about it until six months later when I got a package in the mail that contained an airline ticket to LA, a work permit and the keys to an apartment along with the phone number of a director. She lay back and concentrated on the vision of herfingers over her own face and it happened. Sarah's narcissism now controlling her fully as she watched a vision of her own beautiful ass encased in her favorite panties slowly descend toward her own beautiful face. She swooned in ecstasy as she willed her vision to slowly inch her pantiesdown the back of her backside. With an almost painful lust she studied the rich darkness and its Shape. Sarah wanted more than anything now to bath herself in. He adjusted the water and stood with the water at his back. He moved very close to the shower door and I could make out that his hand was now working his cock faster. The head of his cock got so close to the mottled glass that I could make out his pee hole. Even though there was water droplets all over the door from the shower I could still make out his pee hole! Then he seemed to stiffen, his shoulders even moved and all the sudden a gush of white sperm spouted out and onto the glass. Because. He had timed the vibrator to go off every time a deranged maniac came at them or a spider dropped from the ceiling before them. The mixture of sensations was as potent as Everclear and wave after stymied wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm Brandy, sending her into a writhing whorle. But Grant knew when she was about to orgasm and pulled her from the fiery brink. She would moan her displeasure every time. By the time they had gotten through the 13th Mausoleum, Brandy was ready to do.