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Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere

Hayden Panettiere had returned to her New York hotel room after a long day. She enjoyed her work, helping promote the message of the Candie’s Foundation, which strove to reduce teen pregnancy. Still, the busy schedule did occasionally take its toll on her, with the constant public appearances, television interviews, and photo shoots the foundation asked of her, along with her work with other charities, not to mention her professional obligations to a multitude of studio projects. Hayden was just ready to relax, and so, she was now glad to be back in her room. She kicked off her high heels, letting them fall where they would on the floor as she lazily walked to the king size bed in her room, and let herself fall down face first onto the mattress. She pulled her hair out of the bun it was tied up in and just let her long golden locks fall down across her back and shoulders. Just to be off her feet momentarily, to let herself rest, was enough to make Hayden smile. She didn’t consider herself a diva, but the foundation had been kind enough to book her a rather large suite in a five-star hotel that prided itself on maintaining a sense of privacy for its guests. The beautiful young actress was half asl**p when she heard a light knock on her door. She wondered who it could possibly be as she f***ed herself to get up off of the bed. She smoothed down the wrinkles in her sexy little black dress that showed just enough of her young ample cleavage, as well as just enough of her upper ...

... thighs to make any man look twice when she walked into the room, but left enough to the imagination as to not make her appear too slutty like so many other young starlets in the entertainment industry. There was another gentle wrap at the door, and she now hurried to answer it, still not entirely sure who it could be. Hayden Panettiere opened the door of her hotel room to see a man she had never seen before standing in the hallway. He was well dressed in a suit and tie, and had a briefcase in one hand, and a small box in the other. “Ms. Panettiere,” he asked with an unusual sort of smile. “Yes,” she said, “but you can just call me Hayden.” “Well then, Hayden, I’m from the foundation. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” “Oh, yes, well, I’m afraid I don’t know your name. No one told me anyone would be stopping by.” “No, I don’t suppose they did,” the strange man said with a grin that made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. “Um, has there been some kind of change in the schedule. Do I need to make another appearance,” she asked. She hoped that he would say no. In truth this was the last day of official work for her latest trip with the foundation. She had the room booked through the weekend, and she planned on spending a little spare time in the city, but if plans had changed, she was professional enough to do whatever was asked of her at a moments notice. “Oh no, no change in the schedule. I just wanted to stop by and give you this,” he said as he handed her the small box. Hayden ...