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Ever since she was a scraggly little mountain girl, Beth's grandpa told
her, "Beth, there is no such thing as a free lunch." When that weathered
old movie mogul, Oliver Chalmiers, came to Kentucky for a little local
casting, Beth was raring to go. "I can act and I can sing," said the eager,
long-legged brunette beaver. "That's just fine," said Mr. Chalmiers. He
smiled as he guided her innocent hands down the front of his designer
trousers. While Beth hasn't actually landed any roles, she does have an all-expense paid Hollywood apartment. "I was worried at first that I'd have this boring, old-fart bachelor pad, but Mr. Chalmiers gave me money to decorate however I want. All I have to do is put on the presents he buys me and wear them when he and his friends drop by. I love teasing his colleagues by spreading my legs, wiggling my toes, and stroking my pretty shoes and nylons in front of them." The sweet young thing grins while playfully displaying her clit-tickling technique. "Mr. Chalmiers has good taste. We don't get fancy clothes like this where I come from!" |
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