. ," his statement trailed off.Smiling Helga turned to him, her hand lighting gently on his shoulder as she looked into his eyes.There were many thing... Hagen had asked her and Ingrid to do over the years.Some burned them, leaving scars on their memory that would never fade.Others, like Hagen's instruction concerning Nicolas were beyond delightful; she turned to her current job with zeal.Moving in close to Nicolas her lips came close to his, brushing over them.He could taste a faint flavor of. “I’ve got Coke for that rum, Gene. It’s in the fridge and the glasses are above the sink.” I knew Ray drank his Jack straight up, neat. He never missed a chance to tell about it, whether you had asked or not. Neither Ray nor Gene were particularly big guys- about average, but Ray had huge hands. He could hold a basketball in each hand, held straight out to his sides at arm’s length. They were ironworkers though so they were tough and had that ironworker attitude. All ironworkers thought they. Betty pulled off m pecker and stroked me as my cum continued to shoot up into the air for several more spurts. Veronica’s eyes were huge and her mouth hung open. When Betty leaned down and licked the cum off my pecker, Veronica gave a loud ‘yuck’ that caused Betty to chuckle. She told her little sister not to knock it until she tried it. her licking made me hard again real quick. Betty kept encouraging Veronica to hold it and stroke it and suck it, but she continued to refuse. About this time,. ’ I would nod, silently. They put more make-up on, changed the light angle a little and there was the happy ending they longed for. They told me I didn’t know where my place was. I always knew how to handle my body. As soon as I entered the set I knew how to drape myself, what face to put on and I wouldn’t even forget the smile they had tailor made in store for me. Still, they asked me why I was always so ‘in-between’, distant even – and I had no intention of letting them know. The light was.