This is your place? I asked as we pulled up in front of a double garage. I like to call it home, said Jessie with a laugh. Its amazing, but what the h...ll do you do? You must have a great job Havent mom and dad told you? No, they dont mention you at all. I didnt realise you kept in touch with them I havent heard from them for a couple of years, and then it was one letter sent to the studio Studio? O god, OK, Im an actress What, god thats great why havent I seen any of your films I make adult. Then he moved my legs slightly apart so he had access to the inner leg and thighs. I knew he could see my sex. I began to tremble slightly. He did not touch the vagina, but he rubbed near it. I trembled some more.“Are you nervous?” he asked me.“No,” I lied. “My skin is sensitive.”“You’ll get used to it,” he said. I lay there and absorbed the soothing feel of his firm hands, the warm oil, the soft music playing. I stopped trembling. I was getting used to this, as he said. It was. You went did all this for me?”“Who else would I do it for, silly? Come on before it gets cold.”“Alright, sounds good to me! How was your day at work, love?”We have mindless conversation talking about our day and just enjoying each other’s company. Once we finish dinner we go and cuddle on the hammock eating our cheesecake and watching stars in the sky begin to form. I always enjoy this time with him. I finally mange to ask him… “You know how we've talked about bringing in another partner in the. .. a standing ovation that sent tingles running up and down Jessie’s spine. Even the members of her own choir were clapping and cheering and whistling at the extraordinary performance they had just witnessed. Gerald Claxton’s face was just bursting with pride and beaming out an irrepressible smile that threatened to cleave his head in two around his mouth. As the choirmaster clapped and smiled he was telling himself that they must certainly have that trophy in their grasp now ... surely! ....