He smiled warmly, I think he was backing off, afraid to loose me, and he adopted that caring grandfatherly approach, 'The reason I asked you, is that ...he producers want realism', and he came alongside me and poured another generous portion of Brandy into my empty glass.'Have you ever seen a movie and wondered if what you were seeing was real'?I smiled slightly, I had on a number of occasions, outside daddy's porn stash, there had been a couple of movies where the sex was raw, it had certainly. Brad stood holding the door open and ushered Marie into the room. Once inside, Marie took off her wrap and draped it over the back of the sofa – the same sofa where Brad had fucked her as she looked at Jane’s drugged face, and where Jane had heard her mother begging to be fucked like a bitch.“You look stunning” said Brad as he eyed her up and down. The dress was having the effect that Marie had hoped for which was obvious from the bulge in Brad’s pants.“Thank you” Marie replied. “Where is. Blindly I walked behind Zai, not noticing where we went in the house until we reached a wooden door set in the candle-lit passageway. I had hoped for the sight of a bed, but the room I was led into was a bathroom. There was a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool and I sat on the edge as Zai filled it with warm sweet smelling water.I saw so grateful for the warmth of the water that I sank in without a second thought. Zai followed and separately we scrubbed away the sink and horror of the. ‘Lily, this is Hooters Pool. T-shirts are not required.’ She frowned, and looked almost embarrassed. ‘If I had hooters that’d be one thing. What I got is penny whistles. Gimme your T-shirt.’ I stripped it off and handed it to her, and she got up and moved a couple of paces away, turning her back to me as she began to undo her blouse. She let it fall and pulled the T-shirt hastily over her head. It came down nearly to her knees and she wriggled and pulled her arms back in through the sleeves..