Overview
Mister, tell me again why you want me to come work at your architecture firm for fifty dollars an hour? But Mister, you're already married to a famous fashion model. Sure, she's old now and can't compare to my nubile, nineteen year-old body. I bet her lips don't feel as warm and wet when they're wrapped around your big cock. And I know she isn't as adorable looking up at you when you spray my young face with sperm. But Mister, what if she finds out and causes a stink? I don't want to end up on the cover of the New York Post!
