Whispering to her how good she felt, how good her pussy felt around his cock, how much he wanted to just cum inside her, asking her if she wanted him ...o cum yet. She shyly answered "yes" but he did not listen to her. He was not ready yet. He wanted more. He wanted her to scream again, to moan and scream, to beg him to fuck her again and again. He wanted her to beg him to cum inside her.He stopped fucking her, looking down at his cock inside her pussy, her dripping pussy. He pulled out and aimed. Since the interviews were over, they were in no hurry to get out the door of the motel and on the road. On the way back to the highway they almost passed a Waffle House. Instead of driving by it Trish did an abrupt turn into the parking lot. Peter found the food adequate, Trish on the other hand ate like a lumberjack. She usually did he active sex mused. ‘At least you have a good appetite,’ Peter commented. ‘I like breakfast, after sex,’ she said. ‘I’ll bet you love the Sunday brunch in those. As I sucked Courtney’s whole tit in my mouth, she practically slides her whole hand up inside my pussy. As we were engaging in our moment, three guys came over with their huge dicks hanging out of their shorts. They took us by the hand and led us to this room which looked like set in a movie. It contained a pool table, a couch, and some beanbag chairs surrounded by many self-operating video cameras. “How would you two girls like to be the stars of our movie?” said one of the guys; Mike.“What. 'Chat to him', I slipped of the stool and she took over the keyboard, 'Remember, no names, locations or phone numbers', as I pushed away and made for the counter for two more coffees.The young guy at the counter looked at me strangely as I ordered, and as he busied himself with the coffee I noted in the reflective surface, there was a computer under the counter where I stood.His sheepish mannerisms and my inquisitive nature made me reach around the counter and look at the screen, to my horror,.