Looking back to Thora its easy to see how she moved up the Hollywood ladder. "So, who's graduating?" you ask, trying to fill the silence. Thora leans over in her seat and her face almost pushes you over in your spot on the edge of the seat opposite her. "Its my cousin Lisa, she's giving the valedictory speech" says Thora. Her voice is loud and her face is too close so you back up in the seat and the slippery leather causes you to slide all the way against the back of the seat.
You end up stuck between the cushions and start hollering for help. Thora to the rescue, as she wraps a couple of fingers around your left leg and pulls. You're about to stand up and thank her, but Thora's fingers are still holding your leg. Then the rest of her hand wraps around you and she lifts you off the limo seat and she brings you over to her side.
Hanging upsidedown, you twist around to see Thora smiling as she studies you. Her expression shows a change in your position, at first it seemed like she was treating you as an equal, but you can tell that she doesn't anymore as her next words seem to prove "You'd better sit with me, Roger, so we'll have no more accidents" she says, smiling even more. Thora wraps her other hand around your chest and turns you rightside up, but instead of putting you on the limo seat she stands you on her bare knee with both of her giant hands around you.
Then, still holding you on her knee, Thora leans in to get a closer look. Her lovely face fills your vision, then she presses her nose against your chest and rubs up and down. Thora's position also provides you with a view down her shirt [Damn, that looks gooood!!] you think. Part of you wants this fun to go further, the other wants no part of being a sex toy.
Suddenly, the rubbing stops. You turn to see Steffanie leaning in to whisper in Thora's ear. While listening to Steffanie Thora releases her left hand and her right hand lifts you off her knee and slides you up her leg until she traps you between her hip and the limo door. You strain to hear what's being said, but both girls are talking too softly.
The giant girls break their conference, Thora leans back in the seat, sticks her index finger down your pants and plucks you out from your trap at her hip. Thora lifts you high dangling from her finger, at first you're facing Steffanie whose smile is different from some of her earlier expressions, but you can't tell how. Then you feel Thora's finger bend in your pants and you are spun around to face the giant starlet "We're near the school, Roger" she says "Let's get The Dollman ready, Stef"
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