Then as if her pure instinct took over or maybe just passion, I started to feel her hand squeezing my thigh and moving up-words till it grabbed a hold...of my adolescent cock. As we continued to make out, she continued to squeeze and rub on my shaft. There was a comfortableness shared between us that is hard to express in words. It is better to explain it simply by the quick actions we took and the trust shared between us. I slowly began to caress her firm thigh and she moved on top to straddle. I had become quite used to her flirting with men on our many nights out at the local dance club. She allowed me to accompany her only until we were inside, then was told to keep my distance and watch. She always attracted attention in her very revealing outfits and had a line of guys waiting to dance with her. She took great pleasure flashing her thong covered, clean shaven pussy by crossing and uncrossing her legs while seated on a bar stool. I often tried to position myself within earshot of. " ...What do you want from me..." She said, sounding somewhat reserved to her fate and indicating that everything he said is completely true. From that pissed off look on her face though, she's also far from happy about it."Well Stephanie, before we get to discussing your feature film debut... Have you ever heard of a "Casting Couch"?" He asks, moving around his desk towards her, and deliberately filming a long look over her stunning MILF frame as he stands in front of her."Oh great! It's not. I hear him saying "yes if you want that slut, I can give..." and "how much? 15 dollars for the night? yes, well ok." and "No not to her, give to me tomorrow."After the call he looks at me straight away and says in Chinese: "Yi Ting go upstairs immediately to room 236. The room wasn't cleaned from last night and it seems that they had a party going on as the bed has stains and condoms haven't been picked up from the floor. Go there and clean immediately!" And he pushes me a bit behind my lower.