I then felt the first of many whacks on my arse from her plimsoll.It was clear that it was light for her to handle, so she could easily raise it above... her head and bring it down with force repeatedly with speed, and little effort, but with maximum effect, over, and over again. I felt my arse burning up, but there was nothing I could do but wait until she had enjoyed her revenge.When she finally 'worked up a sweat,' as she called it, and my arse was, “The colour of a traffic light,” as she told. I lay nude on the table, staring at the ceiling, strangely contemplative in my post-ejaculate state. I longed for the idealistic days when Andrea and I cuddled in bed, dreaming of plays and stories with substance. We were going to live our dream with no compromises. But we weren't those people anymore.She was an A-lister smack dab in the middle of Hollywood blockbuster culture. And I was the writer creating stories for the dumbed-down masses. One part of my brain told me to break away, get back. He climbed in the shower with me and pressed his wet naked body to mine. Our lips met and I sexily slid my tongue into his mouth. He reached around me and squeezed my tight ass. We broke apart and he demanded me to suck his cock. His cock was big, at least 10 inches and very wide. I took it in my hand and started going to work on it. I tried to fit all 10 inches in my mouth but there was simply too much of it. I gagged and choked on it, and he pushed my head farther." Let me see that pussy. Didn't you have dinner, either?" Like I say, she doesn't eat, but I'm making headway. She kissed me goodnight." NO!" It was dark when we left the building. She told me to follow her home." She told you?" Please is not part of her vocabulary. She tells everyone what to do. She called some poor guy and complained that one of her cutters was broken. When he came to the door, she told me to carry the machine to the door and hand it to him because he was not allowed to step inside the room."Anyway,.