Of course my dream is to direct a film, even a low budget indie one. I want to get higher up in the Hollywood hierarchy," Then you want to move to beh...nd the camera, rather than ushering stars in front of it?" I said with a smile."Pretty much. Why do you ask?" he replied."No reason, just popped into my mind. All the stuff that's happened to me in almost the last two years has really made me think about my life," I said."What do you mean?" I don't know. I mean, running the firm is like a dream. My nipples went hard against my T shirt and I could see that one hand wasn’t going to cover the bulge in Brad’s shorts for long. “No, it all feels good,” he blushed and added quickly, “I mean I can’t see anything in your foot!” As we drove off I felt the car start to wobble on the flattening tyre and my D cup tits start to bobble in my T shirt. “I think we have a flat,” I said, “let’s stop and look.” I pulled over and got out of the car as Brad did the same trying to cover the mound in his. "Not on your side," she said, "on your back. A A pretty girllike you will spend a lot of time on your back, hopefully enjoying it, orat least giving enjoyment." As he rolled over he wondered if that was thesort of comment that doctors made these days. She leant over him. Herhair was long and loose and she let it trail over his breasts and narrowwaist. She unlaced him and let his growing phallus pop up. As it grew sherolled on a condom. Then to his complete surprise she untied her gown. She heard it again, a scratching at the door.She picked up a poker from the companion set, hefting the weight as she crossed the floor towards the door. Jan peered out of the small diamond shaped window in the centre of the plank door, but couldn’t see anything. The glass distorted anything on the other side at the best of times, where it had purposely introduced imperfections and bubbles trapped with in its surface.Jan noiselessly, flipped the cast-iron latch and slowly opened the door,.