” I had scripted the lie in my head and rehearsed it over and over. “Actually, you remember my friend Anita? She messaged us last night because sh... found out that we all went out and didn’t invite her. And now she’s upset.”“Anita ... that’s one of your friends from uni right? Why wouldn’t you invite her?” he asked, half interested.“Honestly babe, it was just an oversight,” I said. “It was all so last minute and we didn’t think of her. Anyways, to make it up to her, we’re actually thinking of. . fired up. I ... er ... don't suppose you'd consider..." I told you before," Diana scowled. "I'm not putting that thing in my mouth. It's far too big and he keeps trying to push it down my throat. The answer is no!" But Diana, sweetie," the director pleaded."I said no!" Diana pulled her long, shapely leg back into the limo and slammed the door.The director turned and sat down on a canvas chair just inside the rope near where Harriet and Chuck were standing. He slumped forward, letting his head. “I need you in my pussy.”“Would you let me cum in you?” I asked.“Yes,” she answered. “Yes, yes, yes. Please cum in my pussy.”She stopped talking. I could hear her moaning and gasping for air.“I’m going to cum,” she said. “Should I cum?”I stroked my cock faster.“I’m cumming with you,” I answered.We both moaned and panted into the phone. We came almost simultaneously. I came all over my stomach while Ivy moaned my name.“Do you still respect me?” she joked afterward. “Do you think I’m a. "No, she stood it — I can." After a moment, he calmed — his face changing. "Di, this son-of-a-bitch knew she was messed up inside. I can hear him talking about it, raising hell because she was out of commission for several weeks. Shit, that had to be back in Saint Louis before or near the time of the divorce."Jeff closed his eyes for a moment. "He was going to sell her. I mean really sell her. He knew she was badly damaged, but as best I can tell, he didn't even do much of an examination. I.