And once again the terrible feeling of dejection started seeping in her. “Please sir, just give me one chance and I will do anything to improve upon...my skills” she said in a pleading tone. She had attended a dozen of audition in that year already and didn’t have the patience like a gritty struggler. She was obsessed with the glamour and fame the profession brings, but was not ready to see the hardships involved. For her she wanted to become a model instantly without having to work hard. My obedient little fuck-toy. Mouth all full of my flavor. Struggling against his body to hold it together, literally choking on my underwear, marching like a trooper despite the hard-on my abuse had given him. Just the sound of him behind me put me right back into a horny lather of not-give-a-fuck. The elevator doors closed again and I put him in position zero again, stepping in front of him. this is position 1. Just like zero, but facing me ok?. Eager-to-please nod (He was looking forward to. ”And we started to kiss each other!We were kissing and kissing and kissing. Our tongues never stopped wrestling and our saliva was just getting from one mouth to the other. I pinned her onto the wall and kissed her passionately. Woah! What juicy lips she had! :D (Bothways, up here, and down there ;) )She took her hands into my Tshirt and cressed my back while my one hand was on the wall to support us whereas the other one was squeezing her tight ass.She was one hell of a ‘bombshell’.We. Yes, she had seen him at her son’s school, but he was always with his wife. His wife seemed to be there because it was expected of her. Bryce’s father always seemed engaged in whatever was going on. A basketball game; student orientation; Veteran’s Day presentation. He clearly loved his son. His wife seemed to always be complaining. She did not look like she wanted to be there. She was never on any of the school committees. She never seemed to show her husband any affection. She recalls when.