What time should I pick you up.? She said pick me up at my apartment at 6. I’ll be there. I walked up to her door and knocked. Nancy opened the door...and I was stunned. Before me stood a gorgeous woman, in a short blue dress, wearing sheer light blue stockings and blue strappy 5 inch CFM dress sandals. I guess the only reason I hadn’t paid that much attention to Nancy before was because she’s Deannas friend and I only had eyes for Deanna. She asked me to come in. Her apartment was nice. She. " Call me a soft touch if you want to," Brad shrugged. "But I think people should be rewarded for their efforts. It might even be enough to buy out your contract if you wanted to." You're sweet," Cleo said, nibbling on his neck. "Most patrons wouldn't even think twice about using whatever their IP's gave them with no thought of reward. But then that's why I wouldn't hesitate to tell you something like this. But I've already told you what I want. I want you to buy my contract. I want to remain. Stepping closer to the mirror door, I studied my face and figure for imperfections. There were very few, even at this range. I was rather fortunate in this respect. Possessing a sexually ambiguous appearance, I could easily pass for female. I had the androgynous lines of the Waif, the huge, liquid eyes of the Child. My Mother once remarked - in all seriousness - that I could have modelled girls' fashions on any local catwalk. Even lingerie. I padded over to the closet, revelling in my bare. “Yes, yes, yes!” Cherri moaned.“Good, build to that orgasm, Cherri,” the director said. “Make it look like you’ve never experienced such pleasure before.”“I’ve never experienced such pleasure before, Becky!” Cherri moaned. “Just keep eating me. I’m going to cum on your face.”“Becky, devour her with such passion,” ordered the director. “Yes, yes, sell it but ... No, pull your face back just an inch. Let us see your tongue sliding through her folds just like ... That’s good, Becky.”I wanted to.