”“Not according to Nigella. Or your dad.”“That bitch.”“What about your friends you were going to show my play to. Will that work if you’...e not in school?”“We’ve been trying to create an independent project. Putting a show together. Promised the Public to present it. But no scripts. It doesn’t have to be student written. Just new.”“And what would you do?”“It’s like creating a troupe. Like Shakespeare or the more recent actor producers here and in England. We’d all share acting and working on the. Her mother, though Gina did not know this had asked her dad if he thought Gina might have lesbian tendencies. As Gina recalled jacking off her dads cock, her right hand made its way down her smooth skin to its familiar spot at her clit. She had masturbated for years (unknown to her parents) and her index finger moved to its normal spot and exerted a slight downward pressure on her hardening clit as Gina recalled her dads cock and the feel of it in her hand. She envisoned the length, the. I started to enjoy myself after a few ciders in the pub, plenty of singing and banter between the fans.I needed to go to the toilet and Nick’s friend John said he would come with me to make sure I was alright. He was waiting for me when I came back out saying you cannot be to careful when wearing the opposition football colour in foreign countries. I thought that was sweet of him, looking out for me and I give him a quick kiss on the cheek to thank him.I’m a small woman and unable to hold much. .. hopefully anyway ... And of course after the magazines we have the films of you for online distribution”Now Stood behind Vicky, Sean pressed some remote control buttons and suddenly on the wall a few feet from where she sat a large screen TV flickered into life.To her absolute horror, Vicky saw, superimposed over an image of herself licking the plum like head of a huge cock, the title words, .‘VICKY PRESTON BOUND, BEATEN FUCKED & HUMILIATED!’“Oh God, please. Why ... Why” ... why me?.