By this time, you had your hand on the back of my head, fingers bunched in my hair, pulling slightly. I could hear you start to breathe heavier, so I ...raised my eyes to view you again. You were watching me so intently, eyes so full of want for me. I knew exactly what you were thinking, I'd never wanted anything or anyone so much in my life. I began sucking harder and faster, squeezing and massaging your balls. I could feel your cock begin to swell in my mouth as you were about to cum. I backed. I opened my eyes and could see that my anonymous friend had shaved his pubic hair. I pulled my mouth off it and slowly pumped the shaft with my hand. I really liked the feel of stroking his cock as my other hand toyed with my pussy. I wondered what his dick would feel like in my pussy. Then I could hear another woman moaning loudly as there was the obvious pounding sound from another booth nearby.“Would you like to fuck my pussy?” I asked to the man on the other side.“I don’t have a rubber, is. He didn’t look like he’d changed at all since she was in his class — same low cut hair, same easy smile, same kind brown eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge crush she’d had on him. He pulled back out on to the street. “So, where are we headed?”“Well…I live quite a way from here…” she gave him directions to her house.He gave a low whistle. “And you always take the keke, this late at night?” He glanced over quickly,. She was forced to placate the volatile actressand cater to her whims. If Amber favored a glass of Dom Perignon beforetaping, along with a tray of Russian caviar and crackers, Montana hadlittle choice but to supply her those extravagances. A personal masseusewas tossed into the deal as well (Amber complained of muscle aches afterlong, grueling scenes), to the tune of five thousand per month. Montanasubscribed to a limousine service for her as well, transporting Amber fromher Hollywood Hills home.