All that was required were some close-up shots of my cock spurting cum all over Miss Brittany . . . the notorious ‘Money Shot’. I told him I could...handle that. ‘Great!’ said the Assistant. He snapped his fingers and called out, ‘Fluff!’ Tracy came over. Looking me dead in the eye without a hint of emotion – like, everything is strictly business and we’re all professionals here, right? – Tracy took me by the hand and walked me to this little alcove off to the side. ‘You can put your things. .downwards...along your pussy....exploring inside...then going lower..lower! You shudder as my tongue runs slowly across your anus...its so sensitive...darting across your ass hole...so rude, so taboo! But such a lovely feeling and an amazing turn on, as my fingers explore your pussy. I take your fingers and guide them into your pussy..soaking them. Then guiding them from inside you..into my mouth to suck, as I tease your bumhole with my wet tongue. Then my tongue back to your pussy as you play. The girls had listened well; we were strung out with enough stopping distance between us.Jenny had hired the same drivers training company that the state used to give emergency driving course to all the security employees. I had insisted that all the girls take it. It turned out to be fun, especially when he took all of us to the local dirt track. It was some kind of slippery clay when wet, and they watered the hell out of it. It was great for learning skid control.Before we arrived at the. 'I want Sara to have a cum bath, and I want you to film it'.I looked at Jonny, my mouth hanging open, as he continued in an excited frenzy, '200 cocks just shooting at her face, she has to be naked, I want to see her love it'.'Fuck me Jonny, why'?Truth be knew, I cared more for Jonny's cock than I did for Sara, she was my reason for staying over at theirs when they were married, so Jonny could fuck me without arousing suspicion from my own husband.There was a gentle knock on the room door, and.