I grab my bag and we walk to your car. Luckily for us, there is no one around when we finally make it to your car and I place my bag in the trunk and ...gain look deep into your eyes. I can't help myself and again I hold you in an embrace, pinning you against your car, arms wrapped around you, kissing and exploring your mouth with tongue. All those years of not being able to hold you and feel you all come to the surface. My hands trail under your top, up your back, feeling your skin on my. We'd just watched them through peepholes we had made earlier at the motel, and then TOLD them they were on tape. We threatened to expose what they had done either to the police (in the case of the mother and her underage son) or to all of their neighbors (in the cases of the newlywed and his transsexual wife, and the elderly couple). We promised to give them the blackmail tapes to dispose of if they followed our directions at today's little filming session.The two stationary cameras were. She brought her hand back to her pussy and started finger-fucking and thumbing her love-bud again. With the other hand she fingered her taut asshole, pushing her middle finger up the tight hole and wriggling it about. She couldn’t decide how to pleasure herself. She wanted everything at the same time–cunt, clit, nipples, asshole–all cried out for attention. She slid from the bed and went to the bathroom, fingering her cunt as she went. She turned on the shower and adjusted the spray to narrow. "Good afternoon, ma'am," they both said in greeting.We got the shipping container out of the truck and on to the hand truck, then wheeled it into the compound."Damn, how much does that radio weigh?" Fields asked."About 30 pounds." What the hell is all of the rest then?" Parts, tools, manuals, and, oh yes, the container. It's built like a battleship." Damn, I'll believe that. How long do you need to leave it here for?" Just over night. I'll pick it up tomorrow and take it over to the JUSMAG J-2.