They stood quietly conferring and so Trudy sat down next to Jonathon and smiled at him confidently, as he opened slightly confused eyes.“The doctors...will sort you out, Mr Richards, so you just take it easy.”He smiled weakly at her, as she pulled a throw from the bottom of the bed and draped it across him.“You are very kind Ms Beaumont, and I am not sure that I deserve your kindness ... I am not sure that I deserve anyone’s kindness.”“Nonsense,” she smoothed back some of his hair and sat back as. So Derek is really gay?” “Not gay, sweetie, bi. He’s bisexual.” I pondered that for a moment. “Huh. Why?” She looked down at me, her expression slightly puzzled. “Why? What do you mean, ‘why’?” “Well, why would he be bisexual? I mean, he’s a fairly good looking guy, he definitely likes women, and he can charm the pants off them; he proved that with you.” “Hey! Be nice, or I won’t do this anymore…” she squeezed me and wriggled her ass, her pussy sliding on my hardness. I felt a rush of sensation. How could she have not? We were goingto have to do it all over again, and then again and again. An eternityof this hell. "Better!" she gave me an approving smile. "See Miki, that wasn't so bad,was it?"I went crashing to the ground, knees shaking, my sigh of relief buriedbeneath laborious breaths.We'd been going for hours, and now, at last, it was over. I closed myeyes and let the dizziness and anxiety wash over me. By the time I'd returned to my senses, the girls had sat me down at alittle card. In the kitchen, Catherine sees the chair and goes straight up to it, turning and sitting down. I place the camera on the tripod and check the screen. I adjust the positioning so that the scene I want is perfectly framed. I suppose I should stop the recording to avoid getting in the frame myself, but if I keep my back to the camera when I’m not standing, perhaps it will be alright. I’m sure the film can be edited. Suddenly I want everything recorded.I see nerves through the eyeholes, but also.