.. 'What kind of a BLOODY crap operation is this? Can't you fuckers do ANYTHING right?' Her limbs shook with rage, her face crimson with apoplexy, and...when the poor director reached out to her as he tried to explain why they needed to re-film several scenes for technical reasons, she looked ready to punch him.In reality, she wouldn't have, being a natural coward, but she basked with intense satisfaction. She'd always had a temper, just bubbling under the surface, from those tedious days mopping. Gran eyes were open watching me while she panted and her body heaved up and down off the bed still fucking herself.I reached out and touched her raised leg sliding my hand on to her inner thigh, her hand pulled my hand on to her pussy and I felt her rubbery thing sliding in and out of her. She started to moan louder and faster, twisting and bucking about on the bed, the thrusting of her hand intensified.All of a sudden, she let out a loud gasp and her hand stopped, her legs nipped together and. We were both still fully clothed, but her dry-humping against me was such a turn-on -- not naked and dirty and slutty, but suggestive and sexy and psychologically domineering. I was at her mercy, whether she wanted to tease me, or torture me, or fuck me. And my dick was getting really hard – I’ve wanted this for a long time, being fully in someone else’s control so I won’t be responsible for anything I do. Barbara turned around slowly, nuzzled my neck with her warm breath, and trailed her hot. I walked naked to the wardrobe and took out my black lace suspender belt and stockings, a tiny pink dress that barely covered my thighs and a little lacy top that tied over my chest.I sat on the edge of my bed and put the stockings on. When I looked down at my phone there was already another message.“Where are you? I am waiting.”I quickly put the little dress on, wrapped the thin black top over my shoulders and slipped on a tiny pink cardigan to match. I messaged him back.“Will be there in 5.”I.