I swear it was like looking at a woman taking a shower in the privacy of her own home, but it was on this stage. She rubbed soap on her red muff. She ...pent quite a bit of time rubbing it. She then turned so her back was to us and cleaned her beautiful ass, rubbing soap on her buns.She finished by pulling the rope and fresh water rinsed off the suds. She then got out of the tub and slowly but very erotically dried herself off. She ended her performance by putting on a lacy pair of panties and a. Her breath was getting harder and a little faster. I knew the signs. It wouldn’t be long and she would be bucking like a bronco beneath me and grunting as each spasm of her orgasm overwhelmed her. I began to work harder and faster on top of her. Her breasts and body were shaking and bouncing about. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth towards hers. She pulled herself hard onto me lifting her ass off the seat and making it hard to thrust, but I. The line between fantasy and what is here and now is a very obscure line. She does not know my fantasy, but she has told me of hers. She has told me of a tall, tanned foreigner. A prince or a knight. She has confided in me and has let me in on some of the hidden thoughts. The compartments she carries with her. And I am in a compartment too. So why I am imagining her the way I am now? My eyes are still closed, and my hands continue to satisfy myself. They are her hands again, and I feel myself. The audition was held in one of the rooms in the city hotel, it was not something very special. A suite where a team of three were seated in the living area, and they offered her to sit on one of the couches when she entered. One of them was looking at her portfolio while the others were looking at her. “Have you done any campaign before?” asked one of them. Sowmya nodded her head in reply, a sense of rejection sinking in her already. “That’s OK we are looking for a fresh face anyway” remarked.