Given her tender age, gullibility and naiveté, Becca never earned the money her talent demanded. She managed that only with the films, and then never...enough.The top drawer of Angie's dresser was open. Becca absentmindedly walked past on her way out and slid it shut. But it didn't quite shut. She backed up automatically, felt around the back of the drawer and discovered a tall plastic box protruding from the drawer below. A blanket of trepidation settled over her as she withdrew the box and. Then, when the director called "Action" and she strolled out and began to tease and dance for the admiring audience of those supposedly there for a bachelor's party, Monica quickly fell into the fantasy of being a very sought-after exotic dancer and she soon had the long evening dress off, revealing that she had on a rather sexy "merry widow" underneath it and a pair of thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt underneath. Monica danced to the music and then as she unfastened the Merry. He lifted her up and her knees pulled her feet up to the sofa as he began fucking her with more need now. Her toes were curling and her hair fell around her face then fell back and away as her head jerked down and then back. She felt him feeding her tight kitten with his greedy cock.It happened. She was crying now and she had waited so long. Her body shook and she felt that tingling rush spreading out and away from her wet, sticky pussy. He grunted and he felt her cumming for him. Again she. Anyway, I didn't want to go to sleep before Emma got home. Sometimes, she would get a bit tipsy - a couple of times really pissed to be honest - from all the wine, so I used to be a bit worried about her walking alone from the subway late in the evening But this time, she had promised to leave together with Sally, her best friend, who usually leaves pretty early, arguing that she would have to be fit for school the following day and besides, she needed her beauty sleep. Well, it's not long.