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"Don't worry, Marsha," you say, your voice soothing. "It's just a small part of the deal. Trust me, it'll be over before you know it."

You gently push her down to her knees, and she reluctantly complies. The director steps forward, his small and shriveled penis inches from her face. Marsha's eyes are wide with fear and disgust, but she knows she has ****.

"Go on, Marsha," you say, your voice still reassuring. "Just do what he says, and this will all be over soon."

Marsha hesitates, her eyes darting between the director and you. She looks at the director's small and shriveled penis, and then back up at him, her expression one of disgust and fear.

"I-I can't," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can't do this."

The director's face darkens, and he raises his hand, slapping her hard across the face. Marsha's head snaps back, and she lets out a cry of pain.

"You will do as you're told," the director growls, his voice low and menacing.

Marsha's eyes well up with tears as she cradles her stinging cheek. You step forward, your hand still on her shoulder, and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Remember, Marsha, this is what you have to do," you remind her, your tone calm and reassuring. Marsha's gaze meets yours, and for a moment, you see a flash of anger and resentment. But then, her expression crumbles, and she nods slowly.

With a heavy sigh, Marsha leans forward, her lips parting as she takes the director's small and shriveled penis into her mouth. The director's eyes light up with excitement as he grabs the back of her head, holding her in place.

"That's it, Marsha, just like that," he says, his voice already starting to tremble with pleasure. "You're such a good girl."

Marsha's eyes are watery, but she doesn't resist as the director thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She can feel his small and shriveled penis twitching and pulsing against her tongue, and she knows that it won't be long before he cums.

"Oh, Marsha, I'm so close," the director moans, his grip on her head tightening. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

Marsha's eyes water even more as she feels the director's small and shriveled penis twitching violently in her mouth. She tries to pull back, but the director's grip is too strong. Suddenly, he lets out a loud groan and releases a stream of warm, salty cum into her mouth.

Marsha's face contorts in disgust as she tries to swallow the bitter liquid. She gags slightly, but the director doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy savoring the moment, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

As the director finally releases his grip on her head, Marsha pulls back, gasping for air.

She tries to stand up, but the director grabs her by the arm and pulls her back down.

"No, no, we're not done yet," he says, his voice still trembling with pleasure.