We once did a year-long collaboration, and disagreed over plot or character only once. I can tell about it later if you wish, since she isn't able to ...ontradict and defy.(*Anne-Mal) Where does she mostly put her stories?(Vickie) Rhonda has a profession she gets lost in now and then. Lost to us, that is. Her stories come in spouts now and then,. The collaboration ended up in print, not the Net, because she'd never seen herself in print. (I had.)(*Anne-Mal) Oh, her stuff appears. “Yeah.” “Are you staying in a hotel?” Julia asked. “Yeah, I’m in the marriot.” John said, uneasy. “I’d really like you to fuck me in the ass.” Julia said. John and Julia grabbed a taxi, and were quickly back at the hotel. Once inside, John went to the bathroom and left Julia, when he came out she was naked on the bed, and quickly rushed to him, yanking his pants down, and getting his cock out of his pants. She sucked him hard and fast and deep, taking a large portion of his huge cock down her. Rahul was very slow in his rhythms of fucking my ass. He squeezed my waist and it was very pleasurable for me. Then he moved his hands under my top and till my breasts and he slightly squeezed my right breast as I am sleeping to his left side and facing my ass towards him. i went on squeezing, I said nothing and thought that I am in deep sleep and started to squeeze harder. OHHH! it hurt me with lot of pleasure. He just went on squeezing and fuck over clothes then I thought nothing I’ll happen. I stepped out of the curtain onto the stage. The spotlight shining on my nervous face. I was told to smile. Only I could tell it was awkward. I was wearing pink high heels, pink ankle socks with white ruffles, pink stockings, panties, corset with garters, and a short pink top. My hair was done up in a pink ribbon. I stepped out onto the stage trying to remember the choreagraphy the other dancers taught me. I decided to just let go and give it all I got, so I can get it over with. I.