Melissa just stared at the beauty. She's going tomake me so much money she thought."Good morning Miss Rollins, I'm Melissa Benson, won't you be seated...?" Thank you Miss Benson," Tiffany replied as she glided to the chair infront of Melissa's desk and lowered herself. She crossed her legs sexilyat the knee and looked at Melissa hoping her hiring would be an easyformality."Please call me Melissa, may I call you Tiffany?" Please do." I must ask you Tiffany, how did you hear about our agency?" When. “I loved how hot the woman felt and acted as their man watched them.” She explained, “They totally let themselves go and acted like total sluts… but with permission to do so. That was really intriguing for me.” “And?” I asked, hoping to see what excited her the most.“In that one video,” she explained, “right after the other guy left….” She hesitated, “her husband slipped his cock into her freshly-fuck pussy and took her. I could actually hear the first lovers cum being pushed out as they. He took out his cell phone and started taking pictures. He had me pose as he took pictures from all angles. He even had me in a spread pose at one point. I admit I had fun, especially when I thought about him masturbating to the pictures.When he was done I made him promise not to show the pictures to anyone else and he agreed. I bent over to pick up my panties and Tim came behind me and grabbed my ass. He asked me how much. I stopped, still bent over, and asked what he meant. He asked. " (Enchanted, my dear). Then, to Jo Richards, "I see much progress, but also much potential. Francita was not exaggerating. But come, we have a few blocks to drive."The warehouse was a converted produce market. There were loading docks on both sides, then strings of blocky rooms opening out, with a spinal hallway. It was useful for separating periods and types of costumes. You could drive a truck directly to the one you wanted. I owned the place, but it was years since I had spent time there..