We had driven several miles side by side before I pull away, telling Connie to close the van door. Ashlynn lay in Connie’s arms cooing, having littl... mini orgasms with every hic-up, Connie rocking her gently telling her what a perfect little slut she was. As Ashlynn calmed down, her hic-ups subsiding, Connie talked about Ash, and how that was one of the most intense orgasms, she had ever seen. Connie profess she’d orgasmed herself, just watching Ashlynn squirting the side of that truck, she. “Phil Jacobs, I worked for your father a year or so ago.” Vixen nodded, recalling that she had both sucked and fucked the man while trying to persuade her father she could make movies for him. Now, she was surprised to learn, her father was out of the hard-core trade, pushed out, so Phil told her, by the mob. He had not told her that. “You alone?” Phil asked. “Thought I saw you leaving with some young guys a while back.” Vixen nodded, sipping her drink and recalling that Phil was well-hung and. And she knew now she was a terrible actress. A failure in everything she had tried. All this was bad enough but now she had these horrible visions!Somehow she had to get away. But how do you escape from yourself?The next morning Cordelia was sitting at her desk, her beautiful legs curled underneath her. The door opened and in stumbled Jonathan. She sighed with exasperation. Then she made herself smile, first of all, he was richer than rich and besides he wanted so hard to help and he tried so. I got married but continued secretly going to the theater every week. By the time a couple years went by there were men now openly masturbating those who would sit next to them but I was too shy for that so I just watched and took care of myself. By now I had divorced and remarried and still going to the theater when I discovered the Paris theater on Summer Ave. There I witnessed occasionally a man would bring his wife or girlfriend along, which planted a seed in my mind, could I convince my.