”“I hope so too.”He nodded.I stepped into my trailer and found the next day’s call sheet on the table, picked it up and read it. As Mark had s...id, tomorrow called only for me and the two actors playing my parents to be on set. But the call was for a seven am start. I’d just picked up my script when the phone rang, and the studio security guard informed me that Peter was here to pick me up.When I got back to the flat, I texted Cal to let her know my first day as a working actor was over, it was. “Very well, you had better brace yourself,” Harry replied and he threw his jacket aside and lowered his pants.Tilly stepped aside as Harry stepped forward, he dragged Mary to the edge of the bed and rammed his huge tool between Mary's now well spread and well lubricated labia lips. “Aggggh,” Mary screamed. It was agony.“What!” Harry protested as once again he failed to penetrate Mary.“Perhaps you is too big,” Tilly marveled, “Maybe you have your brother give her a poke with his smaller dick to. Closing the door so she could be alone, she opened the message. 'That was not a smart thing to do, as it cost me sixty bucks for the appointment you missed,' she read. 'This will be the last time you disobey me and to show you I mean business, you will be getting a call from your parents.'Kerri shivered, as she read the frightening words. She stared at the note and tried to figure out what it meant, but the threat of receiving a phone call made her increasingly worried. The day seemed like. Slut was a dripping pussy, a pair of comely tits. Slut was a walking sex-dispenser, and she lived her life happily and with purpose.She lived to serve.Slave lived to serve as well ... perhaps because she wasn’t as fit as Slut, or perhaps because he’d had her longer, but Master preferred to use Slut for sex, and Slave to do household chores. Slut would have done household chores, if asked, but Slut had to admit ... she preferred getting people off.It was the sole reason she existed.And so the.