It was not. She had dreamed that some Hollywood agent would see her work and offer her a test. None did. She had met some interesting women and a lot ...f sad dolts, mostly male. The work had become a bore.She decided to go to college and dug out her cobbled-up high school transcript, that she had paid for with a blow-job, and had some copies made. She created several letters from fictitious teachers that praised her as a dutiful student and included an unglamorous headshot in each admission. ‘I thought you were going to ask me for something HARD to do!’ ‘Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Miss Moneypenny.’ ‘What sarcasm? A resident of your hotel has a cover as a photographer. He’s really on our payroll. He can have his equipment set up in your room in a few minutes, and still have time left over to train you how to use everything, then make himself scarce. OK?’ ‘Thanks, Moneypenny. Dad told me once that I could always count on you. I couldn’t count on HIM, but I could count on you.’. I'd learned how to take care of my male, and female, lovers before giving them my high-hard-one up the ass. "Ooohhh, shit!" he grunted as I started to fuck him with slow, steady, probing thrusts that eventually picked up into a smooth, flowing fuck. The bed creaked beneath us as I plowed him deeper and deeper. He hadn't been able to take my full seven plus the first time, or the second, but now, with him on his back looking up at me, his legs spread wide and pushed back like any good whore, my. Andrew started to bob his head up and down Jeremy's cock. He was faster now, bordering on speed at the expense of depth. It felt just as good as it had when he'd reached deep enough to hit his tonsils."Faster!" Jeremy cried, his voice breathy. "Faster, please!"Andrew went even faster, not even bothering to clean himself up when spit started to dribble down both sides of his mouth."Yes!" Jeremy cried out. "Yes yes yes, don't stop! Holy fuck I'm gonna cum!"He'd never considered himself a quick.