This is your movie debut. You can do better than that. Smile, love the camera. Sell it to me. Make me believe you. It’s just like a commercial, only...you’re trying to sell your love. So, let’s try it again or you’re gonna take your last flight.”Taylor took several deep breaths, looked down, then back up at the camera.“Hey there. I’m Taylor Swift and I love big, black, cocks.” She said in a strong voice.We went back inside to the bedroom.“Fix your makeup and put on something sexy. We can’t have. " I know," Sandra responded and smiled awkwardly. "That's also why I didn't tell you about it, because I had planned to have sex with you, and I didn't want anything to interfere with it. And, don't worry about it. Once you had me going at the pool, and we went for it, I didn't feel bad about it anymore. I love what we did, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything in the world."Frederik managed also a little smile, "But still. I wished you would have told me, I probably would have been more. “B-but... I don’t want to... um...”, Nick blurted, still panting. “Do the same?” Gabriel asked, finishing his sentence for him. Nick nodded. “Or you know, have sex?”, he laughed nervously, “no offence, of course...”. Gabriel didn’t care about what Nick said, the whispering and hot breath on his face was enough to keep him going. “Sure, you don’t have to touch me”, he looked into Nick’s eyes. “Can I touch you though?”, he asked with so much intent Nick shivered, and nodded. They started kissing. Stephen thrust his tongue into her mouth, crushing his lips against Michele’s. He groaned and his hand went under her skirt and he began to brutally squeeze her buttocks through the silky satin panties. Michele felt his rock hard penis pushing against her though the flimsy fabric of the uniform. Then he pushed her away.“Lift your skirt nurse!” he demanded.“What’s that Stephen?” Michele stammered, a little confused.Slap! Stephen’s hand snaked out and backhanded Michele across her cheek.“Lift yer.