I followed the production assistant to one of the rooms off the large kitchen that had been converted to a makeshift hair and makeup salon. My eyes lit up when I saw the stylist because she had done my hair and makeup dozens of times on previous shoots. Interestingly, she gave the first solid piece of advice in the business that didn't have to do with sex which was don't wash your hair twenty-four hours before a shoot because leaving a little oil makes it easier to style and you spend less time in the dreaded styling chair. Just as the stylist was putting the finishing touches on my makeup job, the director, Alex Cross, and the production assistant who I’d met at the door entered the room. “You look simply stunning, Miss Valentine,” he said in a thick English accent as we both looked at the other's reflection in the large mirror. “You’re always full of compliments, aren't you?” I said while smiling seductively at him as our eyes met in the mirror. “You've always been my favorite girl, Madi.” I was quite certain he had at least a dozen favorite girls but it was fun to play along and act flirty. His connections and recommendations in the business had led to countless jobs throughout my career so I felt a little harmless coquetry was the least I could do. “I hope you know you're my favorite director, Mr. Cross, I've always loved being on your set.” I wasn't even sure I had a favorite director. Nonetheless, he always treated me professionally and was open to my input when it came to shooting a scene and I always appreciated that. “You're one of the rare gems in this business and you'll be sorely missed.” I wasn't sure if he was being genuine or if it was just a part of his flattery routine. Regardless, it was a sweet comment that made me feel good. “Thank you so much,” I said sincerely. Suddenly, his soft expression changed and he was all business. “We'll shoot the promo photographs first and by the time we're done, Mr. McKinley will have arrived and we'll shoot the scene.” This news came as a welcomed relief. Sometimes because of scheduling conflicts on the set, directors required the talent to shoot the scene first and then take the promo photographs afterward. Of course, this was a colossal inconvenience feet amateur because the promotional photographs can’t be taken if you're covered in sweat and semen. So, taking photos after the shoot requires a shower then a second trip to hair, makeup, and wardrobe. I followed the production assistant to a small room off the kitchen which was serving as the Wardrobe Department. In reality, it was a small closet of a room that was packed with every different type of apparel from formal evening wear to very revealing club mini dresses. “You’re outfit is on the hanger to the left. Once you've changed, I’ll take you to the set.” I smiled politely at the production assistant and closed the door to the small room. My ‘wardrobe’ didn’t consist of much clothing. I picked up and inspected the Wicked Weasel micro bikini. It was the tri-top sailor model that featured white and fuchsia horizontal stripes. The top had small triangles to cover my breasts and the bottom was a modified thong that left much of indian my ass exposed. I slipped on the suit and my tennis shoes and decided to carry the clear plastic five-inch heeled sandals instead of wearing them. He did as instructed, sitting with his hands cupped over his crotch. At a indian little after 7 I knock on her door. amateur I swirled feet my tongue around in her, moaning into her twat. She put her heart and her soul into making him happy. I realized two wonderful things, I was at the end of the hallway and my parents are still behind me. I can't even use the stairs to go to another floor plus I already reek of piss for god sake. After a few drinks and small talk, we all moved into the indoor patio area, where Rob had set up his fuck pad (he called it is 'work bench'). “Like what?” My tongue was wide enough that it stretched her inner-lips, making her twitch every time I changed my angle, and it was long enough to explore her deeply, the point dexterously finding her secret places, making her thighs squeeze my head in sudden contractions. How long have we been here?' His breaths became strained. She sucked at me. Her pussy begged for my incestuous seed to flood her. *** THIS IS MY FIRST STORY EVER, HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. “She needs this in her. My girl-cock churned her up. Daddy said we need to move inside the coffee shop. “Gentlemen, may I present to you, Lady Georgette Lockwood.” “I won’t give in to them,” I insist firmly, and then remember my rank, and say, “No way, Sir.” Completely spent I turned my head smiling and whispered, “how was your first time? One night just after we’d fucked on the sofa, just after Tom had gone back home Ryan told me that he’d been doing some research about girls Cumming on Command. “Sounds like you’ve got it bad, huh?” As that town was around 300 kms away and ill connected by Public transport, Ravi decided to drive his parents there to save time. Thirty minutes later she was on back with her legs caught in my elbows when she peaked with a long series of cramps. She fell to her knees beside me. “I'm going to lick her clean while you get hard to fuck her. Catherine was not pleased. Jessica is laying on her side sleeping. "Damn, your girlfriend is almost as much of a slut as you, Laura. There is something else going on here. “Today is special,” I moaned. When she didn’t stir, he inched closer to her and pushed his erection further against her. Maybe we three need to sit down and talk.” I suggested. Heather asked what I was hooked on. “Another five minutes,” Shahira said and Casey chewed his lip.