I’ve had a few girls in your predicament, and they told their parents the truth, and things worked out fine. Habel asked. Tonight, along with my driver, was my bodyguard, Bret, an ex-navy seal to protect me from the crazies. He followed me, biting my nipple before moaning. Saturday arrived, and I showered and shaved and wore one of my sexier outfits, just in case I met a hunky Hollywood star. We fucked and fucked, before the guys started to cum in me. Habel explained my dilemma. I had two drinks waiting for me and two more pills. “No, but did you think you’d get into movies in mainstream Hollywood with no acting experience whatsoever?” He asked. “So what, I’m trapped into fucking in two more movies?” I asked, alarmed. My driver picked me up at 10:30 on Wednesday and drove me to a film studio on the East side of Los Angeles. Habel responded. “Baby, your pussy is dope,” The manager said as he dressed and got up to leave. “Ok” let’s do this then,” I said, taking off my robe and handing it to Bret. I hand it back to the guy and walk away as the men look at me amazed.
