Being called that was a nightmare. To make things worse the jeanswere as tight as the t-shirt and panties, the chafing and rubbing neverletting me for...et what I was wearing.I swear she was enjoying herself. Mrs Remington showed me round thehouse, taking multiple stops to make me bend over and lift things, oglingthe way the jeans stretched across my rump. Later, as we sat and chattedshe put her hand on my knee and scooted close, letting me smell herperfume. It felt so intimate to be chatting to. She thrust her pussy up, and begged me for more. Her hands gripped my ass, she was squeezing and stroking. I was getting wetter and wetter. I pulled away from her and straddled her. I slowly and gently untied each string at the side of her bikini bottoms. Her green eyes never left mine. She was squirming around like she was on fire. As the strings came untied I carefully pulled down the tiny triangle covering her plump bare pussy. I gazed at her pussy. I slid my pointer finger gently up and. "Don't bother to sit!" he ordered as his aide closed the door.Megan stood obediently, still panting a bit from her gallop and her race into the building."Miss O'Connor..." He paused for a moment. "Megan, you've got a big decision to make and no time to make it. There's a jet at Houston taking off for Madeira at 11 AM today. Do you want to be on it?" Sir?!" I'm fueling the Cessna to take you there. But I need an answer now!"Megan sputtered. "I did some reading sir, early on Sunday. I thought. Shannon and I discussed this scene a few times, on how we wanted to preform it. We decide to just go with how it flowed at the time. I told TJ to just film the whole scene out and then later I could edit it to how I wanted it to be shown. I had three hand held camera’s, plus one that was on a tract above the bed. I wanted to make sure that all the angles were cover.The scene went something like this. We were together on the bed with a sheet over us. We were kissing passionately with our.