Later that night

So, you wanted to hide that fat, long thing from me, hm? I reread that text a few times, since I am unsure if that is really what Jenna is writing to me.

It would be quiet unprofessional for showing of my dick to a client during our second training session, don't you think?

Than what made you loose your professionality and made you hard? I watched that thing grow and it seemed like it wouldn't stop.

I can't tell you that, you will get mad at me. In response she send the picture again. Yes, that thing. I simply answer feeling caught.

I bet your are not the first one. A few guys on set looked like they wanted to grab my by the pigtails and fuck me stupid. Thanks for being honest and sorry for my manager. I need to talk to him so that when we are training, it is a thing between you and me. It takes a few minutes for her next question.

When that cock is hard, how fat and long does it get?

Since I am in the kitchen making food I send a quick voice message. You sure you want to know Wednesday ;)? I read that she is on love and fascinated by death. My cock would take you to heavens Jenna. Go grab a can of Monster from your fridge and start to fantasize.

I get another picture from her with the can next to her small head. I hope you don't tell lies to me. I have one final meeting now and then my last meal. See you tomorrow, big boy ;)