I was so obsessed and madly in love with Shailene Woodley.
I started stalking her.
I even broke into her house and sniffed her dirty knickers in the laundry room.
I fought; I had gotten away with it.
But I got caught, thought I was in trouble.
I thought the police would be called, or she would have some of her security beat me up.
What I did not expect her to do was to turn me into an exact copy of her and put me to work.
Now I'm paying off my debt to her in a way that makes me happy.
I am her stand-in for her interviews and movie premieres.
The biggest perk for my punishment, though, is when I am not filling in for her in front of the cameras, she allows me unfettered access to the porcy now between my legs, which is the Greatest Gift anybody could give a guy to experience a female orgasm.
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