That'swhy I usually stay home, watching cat videos or porn.This night I arrived home at around 8PM, way later that I usually do.When I get home, I lik... to turn my computer on and do what people do,and just relax. But tonight, I was really tired, exhausted, just wantingto sleep. It was a Friday, which explains why my boss thought he couldkidnap me to do his work, his big project that will earn him a ton ofmillions, and nothing for me, not even a thanks I'm sure.I opened my door, barely getting. She had given her an extra cell phone just in case she wanted to inform her of her progress and how her reading was received by the casting director. Angela personally knew the casting director and had given him several blow jobs just to keep her hand in the game and keep him on her side in future projects.He was a mixed blood male with no hang-ups about screwing white girls, dark-skinned girls and even the pretty Asian girls that wanted to get into show business. His name was Andre and he had. He stopped real abruptly and started slapping his dick against my butt. I moved away to see he was still hard, that was his way of controlling his orgasm.He pushed me to the wall and lifted one leg and tried to insert me, we tried a couple of different positions but they were not working because he was little taller than me. I asked him if he wanted to do it on the table that was lying in the balcony. He said yes and he made me lie down on my back and parted my legs and drove into me hungrily.I. I turned 27 ... Just Abbie was twenty. I sent her off to racing school. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate her ... I did. But she was underfoot. When I received standing orders to spray my odors after a visit to the throne ... and the spray was very girly girl ... Well ... Off to school, girl.Jim came over.“Is she gone?”“Yup.”“Where this time?”“Racing school.”“Melbourne?”“Yes.”“You’ll have to buy her a car.”“Already did.”“Why don’t you just marry the girl?”“She doesn’t like my.