I felt like I’d been sucked into some sort of horrible nightmare, till finally he spoke. “It’s bad this time, Miss Jones,” he said looking str...ight through me in a deep calm quiet voice. “I know I, I…” I stumbled. “BE QUIET AND DO NOT SPEAK UNTIL SPOKEN TO!” Came his deafening roar of a reply. Returning to his calm demeanor I felt my abdominal muscles clench as he continued. “I haven’t called your parents yet…” A wave of relief flooded through me. “…but..” “Please…” I interjected. “ENOUGH!” He. . but, and for some reason I want to tell you something that I have never, ever told anyone ... Brad never loved me, never.”“Because he loved himself too much?” I managed to suggest.“Yes, you are right, I guess he did. He was selfish. I guess we actors, we are all narcissistic creatures, cravin’ recognition, adoration ... love.”“From what I understand, both of you are loved by millions.”“Not much consolation when you are not loved by that one man who you always regarded as your hero.”I released. At this point we decided to go and smoke another J together in the garage where we ran into two friends also in there, this was around 4am. After our smoke we grabbed another drink and headed back upstairs giggling. This time he completely undressed himself and me, and told me to sit on top of him, I did so quickly and begin to grind slowly on top of his cock as he was careful to not allow himself to enter me yet, but I began getting even web Hornier and wetter and began begging him to fuck me. I stepped on the bus, and when I went to put my fair in the fair box, the bus driver for some reason would not let me pay. He insisted that the trip would be on him. As I took my seat, I thought nothing of the fact that there was no one else on the bus except for the driver and myself. The bus diver told me that he was on a break and that he would be sitting in the back relaxing. That was fine with me; I could used a little extra time to get my head together before my meeting. Well about five.