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Marsha's eyes widen in horror as the director positions himself behind her.

She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip is too strong. She feels his small and shriveled penis pressing against her, and she knows what's about to happen.

"No, please, don't do this," Marsha begs, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want this, I don't want you."

But the director doesn't listen. He forces himself inside of her, causing her to scream out in pain. He begins to thrust in and out of her, his movements brutal and unforgiving.

"Shut up, Marsha," he snarls, his voice low and menacing.

"You're going to take this like a good girl."

Marsha's body trembles with fear as the director's brutal thrusts continue. She tries to push back, but his grip on her hips is too strong. Tears stream down her face as she feels his small and shriveled penis pounding against her.

"No, please," Marsha begs, her voice shaking with pain and fear. "Stop, stop, stop!"

The director's face contorts with anger as he slaps her hard on the back. "Shut up, you whore!" he yells. "You're going to take this and like it!"

Marsha's body jolts forward as the director's slap echoes through the room.

She feels a surge of pain and humiliation as tears stream down her face. The director's grip on her hips tightens as he continues to thrust into her, his small and shriveled penis pounding against her.

"You're going to take this and like it, you whore!" the director yells, his face contorted with anger.

Marsha's body trembles with fear as she feels the director's hot breath on the back of her neck. She tries to push back, but his grip is too strong. She's trapped, and she knows it.

"Please, stop," Marsha begs. "I can't take it anymore."

The director's laughter is cold and menacing.

"You're going to take this and like it, you whore!" he yells, his face contorted with anger. Marsha's body trembles with fear as she feels the director's hot breath on the back of her neck. She tries to push back, but his grip is too strong. She's trapped, and she knows it.

"This is for all the times you messed with my productions, Marsha," the director says, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to pay for every delay, every tantrum, every single problem you caused me."

Marsha's eyes widen in horror as the director's words sink in. She knows she's in for a world of pain. The director's thrusts become more intense, his breathing heavy and labored. Marsha can feel his orgasm building, and she knows she's about to be subjected to even more humiliation. "Oh, yes, Marsha," the director says, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to take my cum like a good girl."

With one final thrust, the director ejaculates inside of Marsha. She feels his hot semen fill her up, and she wants to scream, but she knows it's no use. The director pulls out of her, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her. But that relief is short-lived as the director turns her over and forces himself on top of her. "Perfect phase one is done, Ricky you have yourself a deal I will accept her back on my productions," he says, his voice low and menacing.

You nod, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you. Marsha got what was coming to her, and you were was happy that the director was able to control her and you would be making a lot of money thanks to her. You were pleased with the outcome of the meeting and the deal that was made.