She was wearing a dark blue nighty. Her hairs were open. Some water drops were sparkling on her shoulder. She sat on the sofa and offered me the grabs.... I took them and started changing the TV channels. All of sudden remote stopped functioning. On that channel a rape scene was going on. The heroin was in bra and panty and villain was trying to pull out her bra. I started trying hard to change the channel but was enabling to do it. I was filing very bad. I stood up and going to change the channel. She lay down in a hospital bed and I administered the truth drug. This was done alone, with no electronic witnesses.I grilled her ruthlessly for almost two hours, which was the maximum for the drug. The things I said and the way they were delivered, required me to act much differently from usual. I had to be hard, callous and offensive when I did not have those feelings for this woman.I looked into what she knew that would be of benefit to me regarding Cuba and found that she had no idea that. Do I want girls more than I want guys? I didn't know what to feel in that moment. I just knew that I liked girls and guys. My thoughts raced as I continued thinking about Michelle but was focused on being fucked like a little slut. I liked it. It was that feeling of being taboo, doing something that I probably shouldn't be doing, the urge of wanting to pleasure myself while another guy was getting off at my expense. It excited me to a level of sexuality that I would never deny. True, I like. "I made enough money in Miami that I should be OK for a while. Can we discuss this when it comes times to schedule a scene?"Veronica nodded and glanced at the list of credits then over at the girl."I would say you made $4,975 in Miami, if my math is correct," Veronica said. Lucy just goggled. Veronica was correct down to the penny. This woman knew the business."Exactly," she said."The government will want between $2,000 and $2,500 of that next spring," Veronica continued. "Here at Five Friends,.