However, the thick pink smoke which poured from her lips showed no signs of ceasing, instead, it just came thicker and started to move towards me like... some kind of tentacle. Within moments, I was almost completely surrounded the perfume scented smoke. Suddenly I started to feel sort of tingly and light headed. My whole body felt all... weird, though I couldn't exactly explain how, even to myself. "W... what's happening?" I gasped, my voice sounding rather strange to my ears. However, there was. Was this why I was sexually attracted to him? He was certainly turning me on as the gusset of my panties was gettingwetter with my juices and I could feel my breasts getting harder. I had tohave him. I needed sexual release. After we finished our drinks I asked him what his plans for the nightwere. He mentioned getting something to eat and then going back to hishotel room to watch television and get some sleep. Seeing the opportunity I suggested that he came to my place and explainhow the. She was going crazy, grabbing the hair on the side of my head and shoving my face into her pussy. She put her feet on my shoulders and kicked me back. "I said I wanted you to fuck me!!" she demanded. I stood up so that I was looking down upon her while she lied there with her legs spread, exposing her glistening pink pussy while she fingered herself. I braced myself by grabbing the headrest on the sofa. Without breaking any eye contact she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her awaiting. It was about then that she felt dizzy. He courteously led her to the director's office. There was a nice sofa. It just seemed natural that she kissed him as a reward. Then she realized that she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Neither did Roger. It just flowed from there with not a bit of romance or love or lust, just a female and a male human that had sex on a sofa.Then Fred the director was there. He was next. Then the writer Whitman C. Danfield himself was there. Writers do try to be.