"You bastard! You utter bastard!" With one convulsive motion she dropped her paint spattered jeans, bent over the edge of a chair and shouted, "Fuck m...! Fuck me now!" I lifted the folds of my cum encrusted skirt and let my boner spring free. With the high heel shoes I wore she was in the perfect position for my jolly roger to slip into her and I entered her in a single thrust. She was ready, more than ready and her drenched love tunnel received me with no resistance. I have never felt anything. "What time do we have to be there?" I asked."What do you mean we?" My contract says I must have a chaperone at every shoot. Do you need to see it?" I asked.I went to my Dropbox account and emailed the Ford contract to her. She read the first three sentences and her head snapped up."You've got a five year contract?"I just nodded. She read the rest and didn't look happy."I have the girls all showing up this afternoon at different times. I can't go." Then we need to hire someone," I told her."I. She tore it open, pulled the condom out and placed it over the head of his cock and rolled it down the shaft. I ached with anticipation as the latex stretched to near transparency, thinking how his cock would do the same to my pussy. Heather reached down and spread my pussy lips with her fingers as she guided the marvelous shaft downward with her other hand. I felt the blunt head press against my sensitive flesh and I thought I would come again on the spot. I raised my legs and pressed my heels. “I wanna go! I’ve never been on a hayride!” I said excitedly. “Colin sighed hard and looked over to me. “Definitely not, Katie. Dad would kill me if he knew you were drinking.” He stated as Lindsay snickered. “I am not a child, Colin! I can handle myself!” I stated as I folded my arms together. My shirt fell down to right over my bust line, and Henry looked hard, as if he was debating if my shirt was loose enough to fall enough for a wardrobe malfunction. “No, sissy! Now get the hell out of.