Standing up, I stripped out of the plain lingerie. Sarah still wore the pink lacy bra set, so I took the green satin panty, still warm from her skin, ...ith the faint scent of her, and pulled them up my legs. Then the satin bra, filled with the foam pads. Looking around I tried to think how to impress this on Sarah.My gaze paused on Sarah's vanity, and I quickly sat down to look over her makeup. I had watched her dozens of times, loving the way she started with her beautiful face and enhanced it. And asshe predicted, unlike all outward appearances, i once again had a veryunladylike little bulge in my pretty little panties. I just couldn'thelp it, even when i should probably be disgusted, this manly older manseemed to push all my girly buttons.So after finishing her second glass of champagne an obviously verycontent Madge politely excused herself with the explanation that she hadan important call to make and had to leave us alone for a bit. WhenMadge had left the room, mr. Harold sat. “The director?”She giggled. “Yeah, okay, that’s kinda counter intuitive, I know. What I mean is that a great director like Judy, who takes the trouble to explain exactly what she wants and then leaves us to get on with it, works a whole lot better than some control freak who issues instructions every ten seconds and keeps interrupting the shoot because he doesn’t like the exact camera angle or thinks the lighting needs adjusting. I tell you, Mike, with some of the douche-bag directors who think. Before him, a massive deluge of water poured from a hole in the ceiling, hundreds of gallons dropping every second. With the moonlight shining through the water and his eyes trained to see in the dark, there was nothing to hinder him. He facing the waterfall straight on with his feet and raised fists perfectly horizontal.A sharp breath, he sent his right fist forward into the waterfall at full strength. The waterfall exploded as if a bomb had gone off in the center, with a palpable shockwave.