He was trying to figure out how he could solve this problem. After several minutes, he looked down at me and said, “I’ll tell her I was the one re...ponsible for wrecking it.”I couldn’t believe he just said that. He was actually going to take the blame for me. Why would he even do that for me? He hardly knew me. I would never have guessed he would be so caring and understanding. There had to be a catch to this, a reason for his madness. As I sat there on the ground looking up at him, he reached. "Jill, stay where you are." But..." Shhhhh! Laurie, you need to get Posie and take her out to the kitchen with Bozo." The bed moved as he leaned over. I heard the drawer of his night table open and then the room lit up as he turned on a flashlight. She had gotten out of bed on my side and was making her way around."Here, Laurie. Use this so you can see. Keep it pointed at the ceiling. Whatever you do, don't shine it in anybody's face, including the dogs. You got that?" Uh huh."I could see her. I do like it when I see you in total pleasure and being used like the cum slut you always wanted to be. She kept her mouth on his wife’s hard nipples biting down as he stretched you and wrapped your arms around her body. You were just holding on as he pummelled you with his thick cock. I watched you moaning even more and then your eyes rolled back to the top of your head. Here you were impaled on some strange man's mega cock and you were loving it. You were acting like a big whore and I was. She was really not there and most of my life I was alone. I did have the teachers or nannies when I was young. Once I was twelve that stopped and I had to take care of myself and either go places for classes or screen those coming to me.I have stopped stalkers and crazy fans that broke into one penthouse or another. There were even a few con men and thieves. Plus the want to be boyfriends and self important men or women calling themselves producers. Since I turned sixteen I was always going to.