I tried to remember the best blow job I had ever had to accomplish my delicious task at hand. A couple of experiences, and even movie scenes, came to...mind. I envisioned and assimilated them and I proceeded to service his desire.With those mental images, I closed my eyes, leaned forward and kissed his fat gland. It was a light contact; my lips barely touched his swollen cock head. I kissed it again. Then, again. And again. And again. I pressed my lips a bit harder against the circumcised. After a period of brief depression, he turned to the less beautiful support females that did the hairstyling or the make up or one of the many jobs that the studios needed to flesh out the project to make a first-class film.Of course, most of the projects that he was involved in were not what one could consider “First Feature” films, but were the grade B or even C films that were the “bread and butter” of the industry. It was a time when most theaters showed films in tandem with a short. It was his cock.My eyes widened in disbelief. Being licked to climax by a cat was one thing, but letting him fuck me was quite another. Before I could decide if I was willing to let such a thing happen, he jerked forward and his member slid into me.“Fuck!” I yelped. The surprise than filled my voice quickly faded, giving way to arousal. In no time at all, I was moaning as my feline lover repeatedly forced himself into me. Like his tongue, Fluffy’s cock was covered in small barbs. I recall my. She pushed me back to my room and had an orderly help her get me back into bed. I don’t remember if they said anything or not at that point nor do I recall if I did. My only thought was that I had to find Sally because she needed me. When they left, they took the chair with them. That only slowed me down. I was determined to find Sally so I again got myself out of bed, only this time I just lowered myself to the floor and crawled to the door. I got it open by grabbing it from the bottom and.