It's just something for them to use online. If I get into the Top 10, we'll use the January shoot for it. I didn't think it was a big deal." Just like...you didn't think today was a big deal," Brock said tiredly. "I've always said you're your own person and I wouldn't make decisions for you. I don't plan to start. But Meredith, you have to let me know these things. Can we at least agree on that?" I should have told you about going on TV and that I was meeting a photographer," she admitted. "I'm. I licked up her neck as I strained against her fingers, pushing towards my own end. Sweat slicked our bodies. Panting hard, I felt myself building higher than we’d ever gone. The squeezing around my fingers became a rhythmic pulsing and I felt my own pleasure crest.Straining together, we kissed with beads of salty sweat flavoring each other. The rocking slowed as we relaxed into each other. My fingers were still embedded in her and her hand was still trapped under me, but neither one of us. But finally, with about fifteen minutes to go before curtain, I had to get into it, I couldn't do it once they'd started. I cut it pretty short, though, just enough to wake the vocal cords up; I didn't want to leave my performance in the dressing room. I finished, as Cam had suggested back in my cabin, with some leaps, and felt satisfied.When I was done I walked out to find her, and there she was, pacing around a bit but looking really fine as a black-eyed brunette. I went over and gave her a. And young. Too young to be here. Cropped blondish hair. Hazel-brown, blinking eyes. She’s shivering. Frightened? Looks tired. Distraught. It’s been a long trip.“Do you speak English, Francesca?” Vanessa asks.“Yes, a little.”“You understand where you are and what is happening, don’t you?”Was that a sob? Is Francesca crying?“You’re to work for me until you’ve paid off your transport, fees and documentation costs. You.