I notice with alarm that most of the strangers have their cocks out and are jerking themselves off as they view my fragile little sex. I know there is...no way out.Stranger is panting with excitement as he shows me off to the crowd. "You look good, little bitch," he scowls, "now get down on that floor on your hands and knees, and really show us your holes!" I know I cannot refuse him. He leads me to the center of the bathroom and I lower myself to the floor, trying to ignore the sticky filth, in. “You’ve spent this evening’s money already,” I objected, seeing page tabs about umbrellas, reflectors, spotlights of various sorts and even backdrops and projectors.“Just this arm for a camera then,” Angie clicked, “and this light we can use for the shadowed places. You can’t have too much light, it says.” She clicked again.“Alight,” I smiled, being nudged and stroked. “What’s the third item in the basket?”“Self-tan,” said Christina. “Porn stars aren’t supposed to have huge white bits.”“You’ve. "Oh, Jack."He gave my bosom a squeeze. "These are one of the best investments Iever made. And let's check down below."My husband surprised me by snaking his hand up under my dress. The fullskirt bunched up, as he felt between my legs and found the gusset of mycotton panties."Sweetheart, please," I said breathily, a little bit reprovingly, but alot more approvingly.He laughed. "Just wanted to make sure everything is tucked up-and-back,and all taped down, just the way I like it."I boldly. Crystal too loosened up, and soon the four of us were a happy foursome, joking and talking as though we'd been inseparable all our lives.Around eight o'clock, Crystal and Summer went and put James to bed. When they came back to the patio, they were holding hands as good friends might do. Summer served dinner, and we lingered around the table for a long time talking mostly about our lives, the rescue of Jill Danes, Crystal's movie with heart throb George Rinard, my movie, and the music we were.