This was even better than screwing with Mr. I knew she would be happier when there was a guy around, but it usually ended in a big fight. The worst part was having to wipe off all the makeup. Their bodies were completely shaven, which further accentuated their, uh, “equipment.”
The first guy was asked to stand alongside me near my head. My spit and slobber dripped from both shafts. Glen knew all about the lens and the lighting sets. It was just Mom and me, but there was always some guy around. I raised my head one last time to make sure Mr. After a bit, I guess I figured out that they weren’t angry. By the time he reached me, his cock was out and ready. One night, after taking a shower, I walked into my room. I was on my back with my legs in the air. “I’m not that famous just yet,” he laughed. Chris had left the room for a couple minutes, and finally I asked what was going on. “Besides, most models start with a portfolio to get their face out there,” he said. The thrill of having a dirty old man wanking-off watching me was intense.
