.."Nao looked at me with raised eyebrows for a moment, and just when I thought she might be about to slap me she began to laugh."That's-- oh my God, t...at's..." she continued to laugh whilst I stood there confused. She eventually calmed down, put her arm through mine again and resumed walking. "Well, I guess that changes my plans for the end of the evening," she mused wistfully."What?!"Nao giggled. "Oh relax. It's a joke, James. Don't be so nervous. It's not a job interview. We're just going to. Slowly she started moving her face and making space for me for her neck.I got that thing and I started kissing on her neck. One hand was on her waist and other one was just moving her hair and sometimes in-between pressing her ass. I turned her around and made her stand to face the facing the wall. I was kissing her neck from behind while my hands were pressing her breasts.My junior was dry humping her ass. We were in full clothes. Not even a single piece was out. I took a pause and asked her. "Lenny, you've got to use your head in this business," he lectured. "First, I've told Lynn that as a special favor to her all the hard sex is going to be simulated for this film, so she thinks she is just going to have to pretend to fuck and not do the real thing." You're outa your mind!" exploded the director angrily. "How am I supposed to do a decent tape if I can't go in with camera for a close-up every now and then? You might get away with something like that on regular film, but video-tape. He knew her name was Pamela because he'd picked her out in the gallery of portraits on the wall behind her. It was a common feature shared by most of the upmarket--relative, of course!--massage parlours up North. Their rosters were displayed in the waiting area to help the punter make his choice. The same pictures were displayed online if the parlour had a web page, but with the faces blurred out. Supposedly to protect the girls' privacy. Abraham reckoned it was because they didn't want to.