By this point it was about 11 am, and I didn't want to jerk off and ruinall the hard work I'd just put in despite the constant, almostirritating pleas...re. I practiced walking in the boots. The wedges weremuch easier to walk in. I twirled in front of the mirror, enjoying theway my skirt flared out. Then I returned to the living-room andsmoothed my skirt udder me as I sat down to watch TV. I flipped throughthe channels and settled on a soap opera. I figured, I'd watch theactresses and. ‘Wow, it’s ready to play,’ she said. She took me in her soft hands and delicately stroked my swollen rod. Pumping gently, she leaned forward and licked my balls. Her tongue felt very nice. I could feel my balls tightening as she sucked them into her hot mouth. ‘Take me now, Mike,’ she said, lying down with her legs spread wide. ‘I want to feel you in me.’ I slid into her superheated pussy. Her internal muscles seemed to be squeezing my cock with every thrust. I moved slowly at first, carefully. A special guest.’ ‘what?’ she fixed the guy with a death stare, this was her time, what the fuck was he thinking??? ‘She was really insistent, says she’s a big fan’ ‘You can’t just let fans in, they could be anyone’ ‘No, but this isn’t just anyone…’ the poor manager blustered Taylor took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing with her back to the door was a girl around Taylor’s height, but curvier, with brown hair, tied back. She had a tight dress on and Taylor’s eyes flitted to her round. I made it about halfway up the stairs this time before he reached me. He grabbed me from behind and we fell, lying on the stairs. He put his hand over my mouth again.“Stop running, you bitch.” I was getting so turned on. “You’re only gonna get more hurt.”I continued to struggle, acting my heart out. “No! Please don’t do this! Why are you doing this?!” I did my best to fake a cry. I think I did a pretty good job.He grabbed my breast and put his hand on my crotch. I felt myself shudder ever so.