.."no please don..." but I didn't get to finish that sentence...*smack* he struck the left side of my left breast "oww" I said...only to be told he wo...ld do it again until I thanked him and counted...but I was too dumbstruck...so the strike was repeated...quickly I said "1 thankyou" he continued to slap my left breast 2,3,4,5 by 5 I was crying in earnest, he paused and told me I could move one of my hand now, to take my left nipple in my hand and hold my tit up by it...I complied..."hold on. In the two months I had been in Hollywood since taking over the business from my deceased father, I had made quite a few connections in Hollywood. Grabbing a drink from a cute little brunette waitress, I took my seat in the upper level above the stage.This was my first in-person award show and I enjoyed it. Granted, winning a People's Choice isn't THAT big of an accomplishment, and a lot of the presenters were b-movie actors and actresses, but it was still enjoyable. When Jessica's category was. She was shaven and her hips had a curve that would make anyone want to stop and observe. Too afraid to move, I restrained from obtaining any kind of self satisfaction from her. Not to imply that this display wasn't making me wet myself of course. No. I'm just going to take this in. With the phone laying beside her pressed with her back against the wall, her legs spread suddenly wider. Fuck she was wet. Her fingers started to tease and play. Her head lolled from right to left and it was obvious. It felt like he was trying to pump every bit of cum he could into my pussy. I lost count of the number of times he spurted, but it must have been some kind of record.I held onto Bud tightly while he poured his essence into me. He had risen up on his knees on the bed and taken me with him. I was wrapped around him and his cock was buried as deeply inside me as it would go. We were both at the peak of our orgasms and it felt so damn good that I never wanted it to stop.Eventually, he collapsed.