This one was presented as an episode of "I Love Lucy", although the title instead said "They Love Lucy".This had clearly been filmed on the set of the...real show. Lucille Ball was standing there with two men, and neither of them was Desi Arnaz. I remembered they had separated later, so I had to wonder if this had something to do with it.The beginning of this film, apart from the title, seemed similar to the real show, except there was no plot of any kind. The men just walked in and said "Hi" to. I feel the stomach move in and out with each deepbreath, trying their best to remain calm and still, and quiet. I move up the side, nibbling at the tender skin covering the ribs and don't stopuntil I get to the underarm, where I push the arm up over their head and bury my factinto the armpit, taking a long lick over that shallow part of the body, feeling them moveabout, but not overly getting to busy doing it. I lick around and can taste the sweatthat's collected there. The room, while not. The air was cold in the wine cellar, and her adorable little nipples were hard under the cups of her black bikini top. The smooth milky white skin on her belly and thighs was covered in goosebumps, but she remained unconscious, oblivious to the cold hell to which she would soon awaken. It had been nearly fourteen hours since I had sedated Sarah with an ether-soaked rag, but she finally began to stir. It did not take her long to figure out she was in trouble. She struggled first. Now!"I jumped out of bed and made a dash for the front door. When I got there I realized I had forgotten some things. I hadn't gotten dressed. I also had left Grace upstairs. I then ran back upstairs and in a panic, grabbed Grace's suitcase, and almost went back downstairs naked when Grace hollered, "Art, slow down."I stopped and stared at Grace as she calmly dressed. I was just standing there not moving at all with my mouth hanging open. Fortunately Kim had the presence of mind to start.