"You're right. This face is a lie. Until you are willing to commit to theperformance, it will remain a hollow, insubstantial lie. Do youunderstand the... difference between acting and lying?" It's the setting, right? The audience knowingly agrees to believe thelies a performer tells in the context of the performance." An artist cannot place the burden of communication entirely on theiraudience. Remember what I said at the beginning of class today. You haveto learn how to sell the idea of your. "Use the hose." I fight your belt buckle for only a second while you lift my skirt and slip your fingers past my panties. "Put it out." So hot." You sigh as I drench your hand already. "Melting."I stretch almost painfully to wrap my leg around your waist and allow you deepest access as you cock glides into me. My clit gets tickled by your hair. The fire burns hotter. I've never been this hot."Drill me." I moan. "Drill me. Drill me. Drill me." I feel you so deeply, you must be drilling the wall. She slapped me and forced me to my knees.She sat down, and spread her thighs. Her pussy was just in front of my face, bald, except for the small landing strip, dripping, and smelling oddly sweet. “I guessed this would be your first time, so I was kind enough to freshen up for you. But this will be the last nice thing I do for a filthy home wrecker like you. Now, you are going to lick my pussy like you love it, and you are going to make me cum, or the next email your mommy opens is of her. After putting her right index finger in her mouth to wet it, she touched it to the tip of his left nipple. She began to roll it around very gently. At the same time, she kissed his right nipple, then opened her lips to let it slip between them. She felt him arch his back as she started to suck gently on it. Taking his left one between her thumb and middle finger, she tweaked and pinched it every so lightly. Glancing up, she saw him move his head from side to side as she felt his body stiffen..