Back at the field again, Sara threw her corndog stick at a trash can and missed, not really caring about it kept walking. Angie picked it up and looke... at her and Sara?s, and for some reason decided to keep them. Then she ran to catch up with her angry friend. Sara had grabbed her bag and was shaking her towel of any wind blown sand. She started on her way again and then saw Angie was trying to follow."F**king A Angie don?t follow me!" Sara shouted at her, as she did this she found that deep. ”“Right. We’ll use your lights and microphones Carl, and my cameras. They’re remote control so we don’t have to have cameramen in the room spoiling things, I hate that. Let’s see how it works. If we do find we need the cameras moving during a scene we’ll do it with nude girls operating them; some of them are quite clever underneath. Or I daresay there are remote control dollies and so on, we can invest if we need to, taking the long term view.“So set things up, you’re the expert as well as the. . a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert and. She was so wet, he loved it. He grasped her jaw and threw her head away, as he thrust hard and deep into her. Slamming his cock as deep as it could go into her. That’s when he slapped her face. HE pulled out of her and then began to thrust hard and fast into her helpless body. Raping her and slapping her face back and forth. Alternating with each thrust he would fuck her as hard as he could, and then slow down and slap her ever few seconds. Slapping her from side to side and punishing her for.