"I want you to strip for me here in the office and take off your clothes." he droned. "You must be kidding." she chuckled. "I'm quite serious my dear....If you want the part you must do a striptease for me right now and take off the clothing." he declard."You fucking slimeball!" she yelled in anger. "You're nothing but a pervert, I am NOT going to fuck you for this job! I'm out of here!" she snapped. Winona tried to get up but found she could not move from the sofa.She was petrified and looked at. That's all it took, my legs started shaking, my body twisting, but he stayed vigilant on my clit. Finally I pushed his head off as I rode out the extensive orgasm. He slid up along side me and kissed me deeply. I could taste my pussy on his lips and his big cock against my belly.I slid down his side as I held his half hard cock in my hand. I stroked it as my head went to the tip. I took the head in my mouth as I continued to stroke his shaft. I slowly took a little more in my mouth as I could. An Indian security guard I knew to be a Sikh because of his beautiful turban and the elaborately decorated kirpan knife on his belt was about to close the door, but he knew Westerners wanted to wait inside and so he waited with a patient smile until I got there. The air was cooler here, and the marble floor didn’t radiate heat.“Thank you so much.”He smiled as he wobbled his head and disappeared into his security office. Sikh are allowed to wear their prescribed head dress and ceremonial dagger. Yeah, if you get into a fistfight in a bar, it'll be on the news. If you're caught smuggling in heroin from Mexico, you're going to see your face on the Internet."But just going out for a pizza? No one is going to give a shit about you and Andy unless he bones you on the Dean's front lawn. The publicity machine is there if you want it. The people you see on the Internet every single day have courted fame – despite the fact they have nothing worthwhile about them to deserve it. They willingly.