The official statement from the prosecutor’s office didn’t change a thing. If anything, it seemed to make things worse.“Ms. DeLoie, its Janet at... National Artists. We have been told that the contract you had for the movie with Harrison Ford will not be upheld from the studio end. They will be reassigning the part to someone else. We let them know that they are still required to pay you, since this is being done without explanation. They assured me that you will get paid, but they have decided. But I wanted a drink and decided to go in alone. I had parked out back and went in the back door. The bar was just inside the door, to the right and seating, a small dance floor, and a few pool tables on the left. I had been there a couple of times before but didn't recognize anybody. I pulled out a barstool in the corner and ordered a drink. The jukebox was playing some good music, but it was a little loud and I had to yell my drink order. I was close to the door but kind of in a dark corner. “Oh, that would be very interesting,” she answered.“You want me to go tell him you’d like to fuck him?” I asked as I placed my hand on her left leg.“Nooo,” she cooed quietly, “not that way, be a bit more subtle.” She finished.After a couple of minutes I deftly slid my zipper open, and undid the button on my slacks.Celine took the hint, slipped her hand into my slacks and slid my cock free. I was semi-hard and she slowly moved her hand up and down, warming me up. I slid my hand under her arm and. ," he said matter of factly. "My good girl," he teased, making me wetter with every utterance of such phrases. He started to suck on my nipples, swirling his tongue around them, turning them into stiffened pink peaks as he teased me with his cock in my pussy I was clenching so tightly around his dick. It felt so good, the way he made love to me, I could not have been more turned on. Roy was the best lover I had ever had, no one could make me cum harder or handle me better. I loved being his.