He strokes his cock carefully, as though he’s afraid he might cum just from watching us. He’s beautiful. His pleasure feeds my arousal in a way th...t Gabrielle’s kisses never could, and suddenly I find myself kissing back with new enthusiasm. Then Gabrielle’s fingers find my cunt, and I realize just how aroused I really am. She slides into me easily, her hand making a soft liquid noise as it slips into my sticky, warm slit, and I feel my head loll slightly at the dizzying rush of pleasure. She. For the first time in my life, I am shaking all over the place,and the makeup artist has to constantly keep swatting me on the butt tostay still. The artwork she is currently applying to my face screamsfemininity. My lips are painted a bright pink and are flossy enough toreflect all the lighting from the cameras so as to look absolutelyperfect. To match my lips, my eyes have been outlined extremely heavy,so as to make me look trashy yet refined at the same time. Tie that withthe expertly. Not because ofwhether or not I liked what I did (I did, and I would do it again ifthe situation presented itself), but because the woman I loved wasupset with me. I started to talk, but all I could do is stammer.She then leaned in closed and in a sudden motion, she reached her handunder my skirt and twisted my cockette in her hand forcefully. I moanedloudly as she leaned in close to my ear and whispered..."Don't you know that you're MY slut, you little sissy?"To this day, I will never forget. So I just exit the staff room and went back to my office to work. I knew Marissa was also busy either working on her projects, or rejecting guys who constantly tried to flirt with her. I didn't mind much at all actually because she was literally one of those girls that had heard all the lines and all the moves and dances. I once asked her what kind of guy she likes, but all she said was "oh nothing particularly special" which of course I knew was a lie. At the end of the day when it was.