True to her word, it was less than five minutes before Emma Shaw came down to greet us. She was a tall, stately woman in her mid thirties with short b...londe hair and the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen.“Good morning David,” she greeted me, “and good morning Mr Barker, welcome to Abacus Productions. My name is Emma Shaw and I’m the production manager on this production. Have you brought your copy of the script with you?”“No,” I replied, “I didn’t.”“Not to worry,” I answered, “I know my. She told that my sister had already told her and the topic continued up-to evening, when some guest appeared and i went to my room to have some work.After dinner, i helped her to wash the dishes, takes the cloth to the washer, and throw the garbage. All this time i really found a lust in her eyes. To confirm that she really wants something from me i offered her a body massage. She agreed, now i was sure that she wants my cock in her pussy.I told her to take off her cloth and lie down by. Despite their size, they’re nice rounded teardrops. Until the first time I got my hands – and mouth – on them, I would have sworn they were surgically enhanced. They look so good, it’s hard to believe they’re real. Seeing may not be believing, but squeezing is.That’s what she was doing as she coated them in lotion – squeezing, pushing, lifting. It’s routine for her, but for me, it’s like the first time, every time. So far as watching goes, it’s the ultimate tit show. It’s even better when. ”“I still believe Jason had something to do with this, please help us find our daughter.”As Paul finished speaking, I noticed Helen fought back the urge to cry.“What’s Jason’s complete name, and where does he live?” I asked the couple.“His name is Jason Miller. He lives at Parklane Steet. The blue house with the mailbox with a ‘Miller’ written on it.” Helen replied in a shaky voice.--------------------------------------------I did my research. I found Jason’s Facebook account and found his.