I did not inspect the as I was alreadyhaving sensory overload from the evening and from the slipperynightgown that continued to tease me. Before getti...g in bed I returned to the bathroom and took a largehandful of tissues. I knew I was going to have to masturbate if I wasgoing to get any sleep. I pulled the covers back and lay down on the crisp sheets. I knewthis would not be a long, slow fantasy jerk. My balls ached and my cockthrobbed. I pulled the nightgown up above my waist, instantly. They were all the happy giggly type of bimbo that the audience loved and so it made sense to employ as many as possible. The only thing better than an uber-breasted blonde fucking her way through her co-stars, was two or three others joining in."Then one day I was chatting with one of the directors: Clive, and made a joke about how it would be nice to work with a brunette or redhead for a change and that it was a shame that all bimbos had to be blonde. I remember laughing at my own joke for a. She was getting lots of stares.She was with Jimmy Patterson, the biggest stud football player on the team. Jimmy's arm was around her waist and he held a beer in the other hand. He steered her through the crowd and the guys all whistled their appreciation. "Hey, Jimmy, who's the new gash?" or, "Jimmy! Primo piece, man! Primo!"One certain girl wasn't too happy though. That was Patty, the girl Jimmy had nailed the day before meeting Tiffany. She had put out a pretty fair fuck for him and she had. The drive in was fairly uneventful until entering the multi-storey car park. When she parked the car and set off towards the stairwell a gust of wind blew up her dress exposing her shaved pussy to the group of wolf whistling boys on their skateboards. Jacquie hurriedly entered the stairwell and the safety of the shopping centre. She browsed around the shops killing time until her appointment for the fitting came around. She decided to call for a coffee to help kill the time and sat down on one.