You want your card, right?" Yeah, of course." I did. With my SAG card, maybe I could get workwhere they paid you. No more 'black boxes' where I was 'g...ttingvaluable experience.' An acting teacher told me that you could payyour rent with commercials and SVU. But, you needed your card. Isighed."Good. Then trust me. You need to look 18, to think 18. Shhh, here shecomes..."Sonia walked over, carrying some wipes. "OK, sweetie. Wipe," she said,handing me the packet. After I finished, she looked at. Beautiful red polished nails raked the insides of your smooth tanned thighs as you teased me, and fueled your own naughty desires. I wasn't sure if you were exacting a punishment on me, or giving me an invitation to round two. One thing was sure, you had my full attention. It was impossible to stop watching you as your two middle fingers slipped deeply inside you. Your back arched, tossing your head forward hard enough for your hair to cover your face and you moaned loudly. You moaned loud. They say there are seven steps of grief, but I could not get over shock and denial for two weeks. How could Amy do this to me? Did I miss that many signs? Was I such a clueless fool -unable to observe what was right in front of my face? I 'd been trained to perceive little things before they developed into big problems. I was a professional supposed to notice the smallest signs like changes in air pressure, the pitch of an engine, how had I completely lost situational awareness in my own. She rubbed his hard cock as he kissed her and removed his shirt and tie. Charlie squeezed her ass cheeks and felt the vibration from the butt plug. He fingers slipped into her crack and touched the plug. "What's this? Sonni, you are full of surprises tonight." "I know, Charlie. I even surprised myself. I have a confession to make..." "Yes?" Sonni was enjoying the pretense, if that's what it was, that Charlie was giving her. She decided to keep it going. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing. I.