My theater director became afraid of hard work.

Few people know that I'm Lucas's secret, but I'm already famous for making me a woman and telling me about myself.
But what you told me didn't happen to my uncle, but to my drama teacher a few days ago.
I got into an acting class so that I wouldn't be a little shy, I was advised to do theater for this.
By the time I got to the course, I saw that the professor was a tall, well-liked guy, but like some people said, he was gay, and then I got more comfortable with the exercises that he was getting close to my body and helping me do.
But talking to the old man he didn't look anything like what some people said and on the contrary he was very well liked, of course my uncle is much more.
But this week, I missed class time, and by the time I got there, it was 9:00 p.m. and the staff had already finished the class.
I came and waited for the class to end.
And then when I finished the class he told me that I was auditioning for a show that he was putting on and that today he did the audition with several people.
I then asked if I couldn't do the test now, because I really wanted to do theater and especially that play that he talked about so much.
He then sold my will and so I asked him to choose a text and have it interpreted.
I take a text from a prostitute and I proudly play a well-dressed prostitute.
As I was playing, I noticed that his tape measure was a little bit higher, so I noticed that his performance was a little bit better.
But I was also on purpose, I had to win that text somehow, but I didn't intend to do couch text, so you never have to.
I then continued to provoke him into posing as if I were calling him to possess me, which left her in doubt, but he, as a good professional, knew it was merely my interpretation.
When I was done playing, I asked if the dad was mine, and he said I'd only talk to the guy who got the guy next week.
But it was when I asked her if there was any other garrot that she had left him with a fear of pain in her interpretation.
That's when he turned to me and kissed me and didn't say anything back.
I grabbed his dick, which was still a little hard, put it out and punched him pretty hard.
That's when I woke up and I started sucking his dick into my mouth, and then I swallowed his cock and I could lighten it a little bit.
He later told me that this was a good one, but that his choice of character would be professional.
I give him a smile and continue to caress him.
His dick was newly hard and then I continued to punish him and when he was newly enjoying I stopped and left him to his own devices.
He asked me if I wasn't going to give that piece to him, and that's when I said I was just having the first class of being a whore, but who knows, I wouldn't have finished the party on the day the piece was actually premiered.
Is it clear that I already knew that the prostitute's piece of paper in the room was mine, or do you think that I should just drop that hard cock, punch it and suck my face off?
But now I've lost the position of professor's favorite actress, because she's taking two more off the list.
I stayed for a while, but it was good to provoke him.
So far I have only one gift, my beloved TITO LUCAS!