"Say Tim, how's the wife doing? The kids? If you two divorced, do you think she would take you for everything you have? Maybe take that nice home and ...ake you live in that sweet ride of yours? Well if she doesn't take that from you as well. Maybe she'll let you sleep on the ... naaa I bet she takes that too. I bet she takes it all, what do you think?" I asked casually in a conversational manner.I actually saw sweat breaking out on his brow."Yeah you guessed it. I have you on video as well. ”“Okay, hon, good night.”And with that, the line went dead. She could deny it all she wanted but I knew something was wrong. She had pretty high expectations. I figured that maybe things just didn’t live up to what she was expecting. I was tired as well so I hit the sack and was out like a light.She sounded better when I called the following night. She told me she got a look at the shooting schedule and all her scenes would be shot in the first couple of weeks. That was great news. I really. I rubbed my newly found 8-Pack I had been working on the past year. I lay down and slowly fell to an unsubsideable slummber. I woke to a sort of wet tug on my penis. I didn't open my eyes for some reason. As the strangely familiar up and down motion started on my cock, I felt it start to pusle and get even harder. Sounds of witch scared me forced me to open my eyes to an young round ass looking at me in the face. I looked down at my cock to see an pussy had devoured it, only to spit it up. The nameis "Intimate Feelings". "It's a small shop, but let's try it." Our lunchcomes and that waiter is sure interested in helping you out girl. Maybebefore we leave you can get fucked by him. He must love blondes. Well weenjoy our salads as we talk about how much we love each other. "If only wecould live full time like this Maxine."We finish our salads and you want a cappuccino. With lots of froth. I sayI'll have one too, but the waiter is more interested in you. When you rubyour stocking.