"It was twenty-four hours later when the short man gave his report. "Her name is Mary Jane Parker. She is twenty-seven, married and is an out of work ...odel and an aspiring actress." She wants to be an actress does she? Perfect, just perfect. I'll just have to see how bad she really wants to see her name in lights. What about the husband?" Peter Parker, a freelance photographer for The Daily Bugle." Freelance? That's French for he can't hold a job. Obviously a man of no consequence. It should be. At first he points to the inside of my thigh and then touches me. As he moves to point to the inside of knee closest to him he places his entire palm and runs his hand all the way up to where the inside of my thigh meets my crotch. He notices the bulge in my pants growing as he gets closer to it. When his is done with his explanation we move on to another piece of equipment.Back to the bench press we go. The amount of weight he loads on the bar is almost three times my body weight. He lays. She said I was the girl now, & she took a polaroid of me, forbidding me to go near my cock untill she allowed me to. I did as I was told & she made me watch as she got a vibrator to fuck her self,occasionly slapping my bell-end lovingly,and as she removed the plastic tube the last time,made me lay on my front,& slowly pushed it up my ass still vibrating,and went down and slid her mouth over my cock and sucked me with gentlness so I didn't cum, making sure she left my erect rod wet. Until then I. "Come on, Steve. You really want to fuck me, don't you."He groaned and reached for his wallet. Men are so easy. He handed me three one hundred dollar bills. I stashed the wad of cash into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out two little foil condom packages.Frank grimaced. "Can't we pass on those?"I stared at him like he was an alien. "You expect me to fuck the two of you without protection."He shrugged his big shoulders. "I had hoped so." Another fifty each and I'll forgot about it this.