I'd responded to the second one from a middle aged man with a paunch that looked like he was pregnant by asking politely, "Why, is there someone else ...oming?"Jenny, the girl on the next stand to mine let out a most unladylike guffaw and promptly lost a sale!"Hell" she laughed, "It was well worth it, what a creep!"Slipping off my jacket, I poured myself a gin and tonic from the mini bar and that's when I saw the card offering an in-house pedicure and manicure for foot weary business ladiesWell. One blow job, one tuition paid. How bad can it be? I played it innocently. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at that, sir.” All the while staring at the bulge in his pants, my hand slowly drifted upwards… “Is that what you want there, my cock? Is that what you want slut?” His demanding tone took me by surprise, but I was already committed. This had to be done. “Yes sir, I want to suck your cock sir.” He suddenly stood up. His hesitant manner changed into a commanding tone. “Strip. Now. You. “I’m going to come!”Brandon increased his efforts, his mouth and lips tried to keep up with Denise’s demands. The touch of her hands on his head encouraged him on as she lifted her hips off of the blanket.“Oh god!” Denise screamed out loud as her sperm flooded Brandon’s mouth. He managed to swallow some of her, but the amount of it was just too much for him. Streams of cum flowed down his chin from the corners of his lips.When Denise had calmed down from her orgasm, Brandon began to clean her. None of them knew that I wanted it as bad as they did and I was ready to do “whatever.” I’m not sure their “do anything it takes” went as far as I was willing to go—and did go.I had studied the original “Shane” movie in preparation for the auditions for this remake and found that the role I was after was a key one. Shane was a gunslinger trying to put his past behind him by signing on as a farmhand at the Starett’s Wyoming homestead. Joey, the part I wanted, was the son of the Starett.