"Your not the day-dreaming type, what's up?" nothing" was the reply."Cmon man, I know when something's bothering you. What is it?"He had to get out of...this. Fast. He had to divert the conversation."Was wondering how your Girlfriend was" was the best he could come up with."You think my ass looks like beths?" Asked cooper quizically.Shit. He was caught. He knew that. He needed to come up with a viable alternative. Something unquestionable...."Ok, no. I was wondering.....I was wondering how much. My first model(Dee Dee) I found on Myspace, I went looking for young pretty girls in the city and sent them all the same message promising them quick cash for a few pix in lingerie. I learned early you have to say lingerie with black women then once they're interested or a day before meeting tell them its pantyhose (or stockings as they commonly don't know the difference and more used to that word) Anyway I agree to meet this 18 yo at a local adult store at 1am. They have private rooms in the. Daryl didn’t care, though, he was using his hand behind my head to hold me still while he pumped his hips, thrusting his stiff rod as deep into my throat as he could. He kept doing this until he was rock hard and fully erect. Then he took his stiff shaft out of my mouth and pulled me up from my knees. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, pulled my panties off and tossed them onto the floor by my nightshirt, then spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of the counter. He pushed me back so. ”It was just over a half hour later as Connor walked into the cool night air, escorted by the tall talent agent. It was raining lightly as they stepped onto the sidewalk. He pointed down the street to wear a long, black limousine was parked.“There’s your ride” Spencer confirmed. “Good luck, Connor. Have fun!”The raven haired man clapped him on the back and hurried off in the opposite direction. He jogged to his car in an effort to get out of the drizzle.“Thanks! See ya!” The blonde called after.