I was confused. I didn’t whether or not to fuck her. But I really wanted to fuck her.She starred straight into my eyes and said “I need a turning ...oint in my life. I think you can do it.”I starred at her boobs.“Maybe I can. But why should I?”“Because I am a good actress, just give me a chance. I can prove it to you”“There is lot of good actress in the business. What makes you any different?”“I am pretty?”“Every actress in this industry is pretty. What do they do with it is everything”“What do. ” She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. I could tell she was replaying it in her head. “It was really nice when you grabbed my hands and put them on yourself. That was hot. And I just about fainted when you turned around and kissed me. And then there you were, naked. I mean, I’ve seen you naked before, but it was way different last night. I felt like I wanted to touch you, all over, and that I’d never want to stop.” I began to feel that familiar tingle in my tits, and between my legs.. A silver bowl on the floor full of water. He walked me over to it. Because of the collar, I couldn't even look up at him. "Drink bitch". He slipped his pants off and stepped a little way back and started jerking off. Watching me lap pathetically at the bowl. Water dripping off my chin. My cheeks flushed. He walked me on all fours back to the bedroom. "C'mon, bitch, up on the bed, there's a good girl". I was blushed with humiliation. I knew he'd be pissed I forgot the collar, but I didn't. Her third orgasm bore down on her with all the force of a freight train, but he never slackened his pace. Only when the grasping, clutching walls of her pussy gripped his manhood like a vice and began dousing him with spasms of her orgasmic juices did he climax. He held his throbbing member inside her as far as she could take him and erupted. Stream after stream of his spunk slammed into her cum catcher, triggering her waning orgasm to redouble its efforts as it wracked her body with intense.