”“Up to you Ruthie,” the upright British old colonial replied. She had told him she was a pro and did an act for private clubs and gatherings, r...cently a very highly paid event at the Presidents club in the Dorchester hotel, London which had hit the headlines for all the wrong reasons. He puzzled why she wouldn’t want to be seen in the privacy of a large leafy back garden in Redhill, but that was her business.“Yes, sit down and enjoy. I’m not going to do the whole act, but just relevant to what. Several men, similarly attired, were lying on the floor with fake blood smeared on them. A mousy little man who had been introduced to her as the director made a motion and the AD (assistant director) shouted, ‘Places everyone.’ There was some stirring and then everyone was still. ‘All right people, this is picture,’ the director said, ‘Roll camera.’ A second later the soundman said, ‘Speed’ and the director pointed at Mary Jane and said, ‘Action!’ Mary Jane took a deep breath and then looked. " Hi ken. How's it going?" I said sweetly."I ... Umm ... okay I guess. My dad bought me a car yesterday. I've got my license now you know?" Oh, what are you going to call it? Ken's rapemobile?" I said it softly giving no hint of the deep anger I felt toward him."Look, Lisa. I'm sorry about what happened at the dance. I really like you a lot and I was a total jackass." Yes you were," I said bitterly. "And because of it, I got raped."He looked miserable. "I – I know and I'm really really. She juddered, she twitched, she screamed, she dug her nails into my chest and nipples, she rocked, she moaned, she pushed her pussy further along my shaft; by any stretch of the imagination I should have shot my load deep into the cutest of cute cunts and I would have done so had she not dis-mounted at the critical moment – she knew what she was doing even though she appeared to be completely out of control; I have shed loads to learn! Her hands went straight to my balls which she cupped so as.