I move my hand faster. I feel his body respond. The muscles in his flatbelly tighten up. Small drops of sweat appear in his neck. I kiss hisskin until...the drops are gone. His sweet taste has a pinch of salt inthem now."Jake?" he whispers. His voice is so soft I can hardly hear him. "Ifee-" He starts saying but a soft moan interrupts his speech. He takes ashuddering breath and tries again, my hand doesn't stop pleasuring hisunused stiffy."My belly, ugh, my belly feels weird." He finally says.I. I appreciate her openness, her candor, her self-awareness. Her ambitious visions for her son and herself.She’s another pro bono case, Annie.Even though she lives in Topanga Canyon, over the Santa Monica Mountains from Los Angeles and Hollywood, Annie is a stage mother. Smart, tough, determined. A San Diego native, she was drawn to Los Angeles, to the Industry -- movies. She was gorgeous, still is. But the camera didn’t love her quite enough. And in a town full of gorgeous, that wouldn’t cut. Drove my mouth up and off his cock; spit on it, opaque trail running from my lips down to his dusky head. I slid my hands around his glory, squeezing, twisting. Both hands caught in my hair, he forced my head down onto his, pushing past unwilling lips down an eager throat. Plunged my head up and down at a relentless pace. I sucked and slurped, drooling, spit running from my mouth to trail down and off my chin in dangling threads. Guttural sounds, and sputtering breath, he pushed me deeper and. Of course, that would mean she knew about my panty fetish, which I'd done my best to keep secret from everyone I knew, so I dismissed the idea as nonsense.I picked up the thong and brought it up to my face. Immediately the mixed scents of her perfume and vaginal juices filled my nostrils - whatever she'd been up to the night before, it was clear that she'd gotten aroused if nothing more. The smell that resulted was intoxicating, and I wasn't surprised to feel my cock start to harden. I stopped.