"They don't mind," I asked."Of course not, On the contrary they love it," Kris laughed."Kris, what did the producer say?" I asked."Everything is okay....The producer was very excited. I have to show Amita to him in flesh and blood. In the meanwhile he has given me some money, which I'm supposed to give her as signing amount after he officially approves of her. He has even lent me his car to bring Amita over to his house," Kris replied happily."You think he'll approve of her?" I asked."Of course,. Although I don’t even open my eyes, I glide one hand out to his penis and caress it gently, feeling his arousal as his precum seeps out. I massage his cock with his own wetness, move under to run my finger nails lightly under his balls, then caress his erection again, feeling the heaviness of his great size. With my heels pushing against his back, I pull his cock to me and then guide it, to his surprise, right into my cunt. He then fucks the hell out of me and I rock along with him. But I never. Though she acted as my slave, I was quite easily giving up to her needs. She had now turned wild and used to bite me. She would suck my nipples and had a desire to finger my ass a lot. Initially, it was painful but with time, I started enjoying it and it was regular for her. She had scratched my back so many times that now, it was hardly painful at all. I on other hand was enjoying her soft boobs and pink nipples. I would suck them for hours and would sleep on them. They had turned as my. Back at the salon Alicia shifted in her seat. The images ignited feelings that made her tremble. She sure hoped her skirt wouldn't stain from her weeping pussy. She should have worn panties, shit, even a pad. She was always so damn wet in here. Just walking in, no, just anticipating going to the Club was enough to get her gushing. Yesterday night she made sweet love to Rita, tender, endless love. But, in order to come, she'd had to imagine the two of them being at the Club, watched by Gina,.