I don’t remember how I came across this winner. It was either a dude agent, a suitcase pimp, or a Winnebago. This white trash wench had the same old song and dance about being a huge porn star. I quickly informed her that the porn wolrd can be a scary once since no porn sets are ever catered. She asked if this sweetheart could one day buy a house and other silly questions that are common of new porn harlots. I lost my nifty and broke the news that the road to fame and fortune was through me. This sweetheart looked at me the same way I am looked at when I fart during funerals. I can tell you for a fact that her mouth was a wonderful garage for my dong and her slit as well. Crystal soon left porn for the wonderful and now flips burgers to pay for her Winnebago gas. I get free food at her place since I’ve blackmailed her with this scene.