The fact I didn't have many takers was probably due to my standoffish attitude and aforesaid mention of lack of boobs. Out here in Hollywood, if a gir... didn't have a nice set of boobs, she was doomed to waitressing or some other non-entertainment business position. If it wasn't for my generous dispensing of blow jobs, I don't think I would have gotten laid at all.The ad was short and sweet,"Wanted: Personal Assistant to organize calendar and track appointments for group of four musicians. I might just find another use for these.” She finished stripping the girl, pulling off her blouse and bra, and admired her well-toned body. The bitch was a dancer, from what she understood, and it showed. Susan ran her hands over her small but well shaped breasts, then down her ribcage to her smooth stomach and finally to her pubic mound. She had a pretty cunt, and Susan might have been jealous had she not been so turned on. She sank her fingers into the squirming girl’s pussy and began to. “Thank you, honey, for Andrew, I owe you a good fuck,” Susan said kissing Dan. She wrinkled her brow after her kiss. “I smell cum on your breath.”Dan laughed lightly, “While you and Rita were gone to get Andrew, Paul and I gave each other a blow job.”“What? You gave the other a blow job and didn’t let Rita and I watch? Now you’ll have to give each other another one so was can see it,” she mildly protested and kissing him again.“Actually I think the video camera was still on and recorded it all. ‘You know that I love you.’ I said with feeling. ‘I love you too baby.’ She said breathlessly as she lifted her face in soft invitation. I looked deep into her soft green eyes and saw something there that was not necessarily maternal. Her pale alabaster skin was flushed red and I could feel her hot breath on my skin as we leaned in closer ever closer until her soft succulent lips made contact my own hungry lips and I kissed her lightly. ‘Well here’s your chow.’ Fred said from the darkness. .