When this skinny blonde came sauntering into my office I was a happy man. She looked like a fashion model straight out of Beverly Hills. I couldn't wait to work my magic, and get balls deep inside her. However, there were a few drawbacks, the biggest one being that she couldn't speak a word of English. I came up with a great idea to solve this problem, I brought in one of my old friends to act as translator to help me convey my message. She gets off watching me take advantage of young girls, so it works out well. I'm lucky to have her, because without communicating would be near impossible. Through the translator, I gave dear Clara the spiel about being famous and becoming a top fashion model. She didn't seemed to bothered about what she would have to do to get the top jobs. I mean, when you think about it, lots of famous women sucked their way to the top. It's just a formality in most cases.