Your shirt wrinkles as I slip my hand underneath to feel your skin under my hand. Your fingers twist in my hair and gently pull me closer. My hands ma...sage your body as they work under your shirt. Your hands leave my hair and move down my back and over my sides. Your fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt and pull it up over my back. The cool air of the room gives me goose bumps and makes me shiver. We sit up and you pull my shirt over my head and I pull yours off too. I fall back on top of. The next morning I arrived on the set and shooting began quickly. The film was a civil war theme and I was a black slave caught between a yankee and a confederate soldier. They called a truce and they both fucked me at the same time. It was an outdoor shoot and both of them fucked me in the back of a horse pulled buckboard prop wagon. The shoot included oral, anal and double penetration. Most of the films I had done, since I had arrived in LA, had involved a lot of anal sex. It seemed that many. Kelly took a swig from the water bottle on her podium as she tried to calm herself down and just not think about anything, especially the throbbing between her legs, a throbbing which could be eased by any one of the 200 cocks which were attached to the strong, butch, attractive audience members. Kelly shook her head furiously, she had to stop thinking like this. Had to stop think about the audience members, oh the audience’s members, how they would take away her need, just one any one, she. “It feels very odd,” she stammered as she spoke. I got bolder as I began caressing her thighs up and down till her calf while she kept her eyes closed and was breathing fast.“In fact, your thighs are very smooth,” I remarked looking at her with abundant lust. Her tits were moving up and down while she took long breath and my dick began ringing the first bell. I threw caution to the wind and cupped her right breast with my left hand.“Ohhhh!” She shuddered. “Don’t touch me there!”“Why?” I.