Diana started to tear up, sniffling slightly, but what could she do? There was no way she was going to be able to fight me; I was obviously stronger t...an she was. Shutting her eyes tight and turning her head to the side she felt my hand pulling her breasts from her bra. My hand were cold on her hot flesh. Biting into her lip Diana kept herself from gasping or showing me the satisfaction of me pleasuring her. She bit down hard as I grasped her tits. I grinned and leaned over to take one of her. My biggest issue was that it seemed to be a club of insiders and the idea of it ‘not being what you know, but who you know’ was more realistic than I thought possible. I moved out here dreaming of being a director. I knew it was a bit of a long shot, but I also knew that it would take a lot of work. I would have to start at the very bottom and prove myself to be a hard worker, while learning about the business and how things worked on a set. That meant low pay, long hours, and very little time. We were kids in high school for fuck’s sake.”“You’ve waited four years-” began Toby.“Five,” I corrected.“Okay, five years. What’s another week going to matter?”“I don’t think she’s being unreasonable at all,” said my mum.I looked up at her in surprise, then over at my dad.“Do not get me involved in this,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t need both of you to be annoyed with me whilst I’m enjoying the scenery.”My mum raised an eyebrow.“What?” said my dad, innocently. “We’ve seen the Alps, the. I’m 5’9 slim build with an 8” cock but with a meaty girth. My wife loves struggling to get the big bell-end into her mouth almost as much as I love watching her. After kissing and stripping each other off I lead her over to the corner of the hotel room where a solitary armchair sits. I’m completely naked and sit down with my legs straddling either arm of the chair. My already swollen prick standing up, hard and straight, with the big head looking angry and purple. My wife.