Stifling her sobs, she blurted out, "Please fuck me. Pleasefuck your little white whore." As shameful as it was, part of her wanted it as bad as he ...did. The words had no sooner left her lips when she felt the bulbous tip of his cock pressbetween her labia and force its way inside. His abnormally large member filled her and stretchedher like never before. With a groan, she collapsed onto her chest while he plunged in and out ofher at a furious pace, his loins slapping against her already. .. was I sure I wanted to do this? Yes, I was. This was going to be awesome! Pulled the door, and heard the lock click shut. Well, no going back now, I said to myself.Started walking down the stairs. This had become a routine too, so I was nonchalant again. How short-lived that nonchalance was to be. As I reached the first floor and was about to walk down the final flight of stairs and descend to the ground floor..... what was that? A car's noise? Yes. Please don't let it be for my wing, please. Settling on a pink sleeveless summer dress, she finished dressing, brushed her hair, and then picked up the book of poetry she’d packed and curled up in a comfortable chair by the window. She began reading half-heartedly, trying only to take her mind off what was happening a few houses away. Soon however, she was interested in Byron’s sentimental observations of the Rhine and was surprised to look up to find almost two hours had passed. Her heart began to sink. Would she sit here all evening. Producer you say? This should be good.” I stepped up to the registration desk and gave them my name.“Oh yes, Miss Finn. Your assistant called and took care of everything. Here is your badge if you happen to be challenged, but beautiful women go pretty much anywhere they want to here. You can use our private entrance here.”“That’s all?”“Oh. This ribbon if displayed on your dress will identify you as a producer. You can take it off if you are mobbed by starlets. I’d stay out of the gay section..