"I'm sure it will be fine. What is it you want me to do?" I asked, relieved I was not in any kind of trouble and happy to help in whatever way I could...Mrs. Smith’s nerves seemed to spike again as she struggled to say, "My husband has this ... this fetish. He likes to watch women who need to pee." I was a bit startled. I never expected a sexual request. Sure, we had talked about some sexual topics in the past, but usually it was about Cosmo articles. I had never even met Mr. Smith."What do you. Everyone knew ‘e was gonna be a star...”Back to Ava in the stands, now sitting away from the other girls so we can talk to her. Her friends think we are here to interview her as part of a show about Mark – what happens when young players don’t make it – that sort of thing.Ava talks on.“I always wanted to be famous...” She says. “Ever since I wuz little ... I fought, I could be a popstar – but I can’t sing ... I could be an actress – but I can’t act ... Then when I wuz a teenager and I started. You spread my legs wide and ever so gently touched my outer lips with your tongue, I could feel the electricity go right through me and I gasped and moaned. You used the flat part of your tongue and started swirling it around on my lips, gently opening them, parting them until you reached my little hole. I was writhing on the bed until you held my hips firm. With one long, slow stroke of your tongue you went from hole to the bottom of my clit, which drove me wild. I moaned and shrieked with. I don't have any furniture to speak of and I don't have any baby stuff yet. We can probably get it all in a couple of trips with your car, so you won't even need the van. Maybe a small flatbed trailer tops, but I doubt even that. The apartment came furnished so all that stays." Okay even better," I said."One thing I insist on though if we are going to do this. I want to pull my own weight here. I don't want to be a freeloader or take advantage of your generosity. I will do my part. I can't work.