” “There are cameras all around, discretely hidden of course. You can help me edit some of the footage if you like.” Editing footage of myself...fucking and being fucked. Now that’s what I call different. “Let’s go for it.” We walked across to a large desk with a dozen small screens behind it. As John set the system going each screen filled with images of us, filmed from different angles. He showed me how to pan in and out to get the best shots, then to splice them together to form the. His lips found my neck and he started kissing and sucking. My fingers danced up and down his back. He got up and got his glass of wine and carefully pour some not to much down between my breast and then sucked and licked it off my skin. He sucked my nipple into his hot mouth I gasped his hand on my other breast playing it. As he gently bites my nipple he pinches the other one making them hard. He started to travel down my body with soft kisses.He pushed my knees up and spread my legs exposing. Unfortunately, a particularly hideous version of this song – a duet between Kenny Rogers and Sheena Easton – had been on the charts in recent months, and was responsible for its selection as this year's prom theme."We're basing it on the Seger version. Right?" Dave had flatly stated."No doubt about it," I opined. "That song should never have been done as a duet. It's a song about one person seducing another. Having two people sing it to each other completely defeats that meaning. And for us,. His mobile tongue slid wetly between her two toes, teasing and tormenting the sensitive skin there. ‘Nick! What are you- Oh my god.’ The last was almost drowned out by her groan. He dug his teeth into her toe lightly, she panted, arching tautly. The sensations were too intense, her body didn’t know what to make of them, she was confused about what to feel, only that she never wanted it to stop and that she couldn’t take another second of the torture. He slid into the tub with her fully, never.