"We could rehearse the dialog scenes, I guess, but who's really in the mood for that right now?"Charlotte and I looked down at the floor, silently agr...eing.We were quiet for a while, just lost in our own thoughts as we ate our salads and sandwiches. Sheila was looking over her storyboards and notes, Charlotte was staring off into space with a thoughtful look on her face, and I was looking back and forth between them, thinking about how they were both so beautiful in their own ways. Charlotte. I varied my position as I thrust Henry deep inside, then back almost out of her. I think some call it the helicopter because I hovered over her with only my swollen penis inside her, darting in and out. I varied the speed of my insertions as her moans encouraged my movements. I was just about to cum when she beat me to it. She grabbed my ass holding me inside her as she reached her blissful state. She held on to me as I unloaded deep within her sweet pussy. I remained motionless above her as. I never did it that way again, probably because I couldn’t get him as far up inside me as I wanted, and because my skirt fell over us and hid what was happening, and I’d have liked to look down there and see where we were joined as I wiggled all over his lap. It wasn’t very coordinated. My feet didn’t quite reach the floor well enough to use them to raise and lower, so I just wiggled. It felt really good, but not quite good enough to get me an orgasm.Not so for Uncle Bob, though. He huffed and. My legs were attached to a three foot spreader bar, a blindfold on me, and nipple clamps attached with a connecting chain. I knew he had some of my toys out of my drawer beside the bed because I heard him start up one of my vibrators. It had been quiet for awhile since he got off the bed, and I knew he was standing beside me watching me as he planned his next move. I listened for any noise to give away his plan, but there was only silence for a little while. Then I felt him take hold of the bar.