The hands and feet people had finished up and Tara freed me from myconstraints and even ungagged me. She led me to a full length mirror. Iwas too in...shock to scream. The reflection staring back at me was not me. It was a beautiful woman with long raven hair and a great set of tits. Inoticed that my hands now had perfectly manicured nails, with coats ofpolish on fingers and toes that matched the red shades of my lips."Alright," Tara said, "time to get you dressed for work."Master of PuppetsI. She laughed a good, happy, whole-hearted, deep, belly laugh.When she did manage to calm down, she said, “They live in a one-bedroom house with a toilet in what was once a coat closet. The shower sits in the corner of the kitchen over a floor drain. My son-in-law did manage to cobble together some sort of loft for the kids. There is only room for a queen mattress. All three have lived in that house since they were babies. So, no, they respect each other’s privacy as much as possible, but the. “Meg, I missed my period again. That makes two in a row.”“That’s okay, I’ve missed three now. But I really don’t miss them. It’s probably from all the hard work we’ve been doing.”“I don’t miss them either. Especially since it would take away from the time I get Jake between my legs.”“Yah, I wouldn’t want to give up any of that time either.”I didn’t know what they were talking about, but whatever this period thing was I didn’t want them to have any more if it would affect my fucking them.We. It is a most peculiar attitude of some actors that making movies somehow degrades their position as serious actors; that the 'theatre' was the only place to practise their calling. The die-hards at the repertory turned down the chance whereas I signed up, much to the disgust of my fellows in the troupe. I turned up on set on a very cold but sunny February morning expecting to be given a rudimentary uniform, a Pike and then stand in line freezing my butt off waiting for the call of 'action'..