CHAPTER TEN
Michel was a good director. He was moody and tempermental, but I knew how to handle him. Once, when he was really put of sorts, and we couldn't get a scene right, I said, "Michel, can we take a break? I'd like to talk to you."
He fumed and fussed, but he did. We went into my dressing room, the star's dressing room, and I smiled at him, tossed up the empire dress I was wearing and bared my butt. For coolness, I was not wearing underwear. I leaned over a table and wiggled my butt at him. "Work off your frustrations, darling," I said.
He went silent, then he grinned. He smeared cold cream on my anus to give it lubrication and, without removing his pants, he took out his c**k and drove it into my anus from the rear, with me bending over the dressing table. He grasped my hips in
