The set fell silent and I saw everybody turning in our direction. They all wanted to know. If I said no, then they would have known that I was a phone.... If I said yes, I was going to lose him. Slowly and painfully, I turned towards my fellow thespians, the director and the crew. This was where I found acceptance, this was where I grew up and found my niche. Outside, in a world who lusted after me, I found rejection. There I was a whore and a slut. Here, I was somebody, but for how long? Could. I use to fuck him . He use to suck my cock on regular basis and gave me huge sum of money for that . One fine day somesh was sucking my clck in the guest room and forgot to close the door . Al o a sudden somesh’s wife came and saw us in this condition She got scared and went to her room . Somesh was horrified and went to Arti in his room . I was sitting in guest room and waiting for somesh . After some time somesh came and brought his wife in his arms .Someh’s wife aarti was a piece of marvel.. Pushing forwards I found that surprisingly my cock started to slide in but she was ever so tight…..slowly I inched further into her until, sliding in and out until I was fully inside her…..Dorothy let out a moan and said “Oh my”.…….I was inside my 83 year old neighbours pussy….a Great Grandmother….what was I doing??? I now didn't care….I started to fuck her, slowly at first but then increased my speed…….Dorothy’s grip on the towel rail became tighter and her wrinkled spotted hands went white……I. She shook her head. "Come on," she said. "Here's your big chance tosee the Sak's Fifth Avenue Ladies Lounge."Sore feet or not, I managed to keep up with Lisa as she breezed throughSak's, past the glittering evening gowns and the frilly intimates overto a door discreetly labeled "Ladies Lounge". She pushed through thedoor and I followed, although I was far too nervous to linger in whatappeared to be an elegant arrangement of comfortable chairs and vanitymirrors, instead pushing my way into.