Sucking Cock For Movie Role Pt 10

I wanted to make love to this man for the rest of my life, sucking and stroking his cock and enjoying every inch of his amazing body.
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* Daniel *
The rest of the week flew by in a giddy blur. We didn’t say anything to the cast about our plans for the future, but something must have showed in our faces. Angela took one look at me Tuesday night and gave me a dazzling smile. Heather managed a weak one—as it turned out, she was indeed suffering from morning sickness. Christina pulled me aside for an awkward hug and whispered, “You’re a lucky man, Daniel Lewis.”
The afternoon of the final performance, we were hurrying around the house—our house, in just a little more than a month it would be home for real and I could call it that—getting ready to leave. After much discussion, we had decided to bring four of Ron Gordon’s plays for Scott to see: one comedy and the final three dramas, which made up a trilogy about a tragic love affair between two men in the 1930s.
“Babe, where are the copies of those scripts for Scott?” I asked, searching the bedroom.
From the kitchen, Jeff replied, “The packet was right there on the bedside table. Is it missing?”
It had somehow fallen off and was wedged between the table and the bed. “Never mind, I found it,” I called. I reached down and picked up the envelope. As I did so, I noticed a small rectangular card lying on the floor next to it.
I picked the card up and turned it over. I read the name: “Timothy Spencer.”
Of course I knew who Timothy Spencer was. But what was Jeff doing with his card?
I opened my mouth to call out...