Three letters. One from the landlord, most likely an eviction notice, one from the gas company, another overdue payment, but the last one comes as a s...rprise.Your name and address hand-written, quite neatly too. It's been a long time since you received a letter like this, so you eagerly rip it open. Again, the contents were hand-written, it reads:Dear Martin,My name is Emily Schultz. I was lawyer to your late grandfather, George Blake. I am sorry to inform you of his demise, but I can tell you. I had never heard of such a thing.One strange condition they stated was that one must have experience on the stage. It wasn't specific but I had been in several plays during college. I hadn't majored in the theater but I had a minor in English and had studied lots of theatrical plays. I hoped this would suffice. I really needed this job.Now, I had heard of company towns, but they had gone out decades ago. This was an oddity indeed. A whole town founded by one multimillionaire just to produce. . Hahhhhhh..... awwww....... I'm cumming..... "I look down out frustration, the glint caught my eye. The mirror, my head swam as I swapped bodys with Courtney. I caught the tail end of her orgasm. I felt Sean's cock relentlessly fucking me, my pussy stretched more then I'd ever felt before. Sean cock pushed deeper. I came again, this is only the second cock to ever fuck this pussy. But it felt more amazing than my body's cock ever did. He didn't just have 5 inches on me, but his girth was three. Juliet intercepted as I was helping myself to a doughnut."She's been checking you out all night that redhead." "Really? Have you been checking her out? Is that how you know?"She smirked at my smart remark. "Definitely not checking her out..." with her eyes locking mine. She made me forget that redhead pretty quickly.It'd been some time since we'd seen one another, with minimal contact. But with Bridget's hen tonight, the encounter was inevitable. I looked at her with visions of her naked body.