The table shifted slightly as I struggled. It seemed to be hinged in various places to allow it to bend and the legs to pivot independently, but I cou...d shift it only a fraction of an inch in any direction. Whoever built it had gone to a lot of trouble and taken his time doing it. This guy was very detail-oriented.I tried twisting my head around to see more of the room. There were wooden trestle tables with what looked like tools on them. There were also boxes and bins. A row of pegs on the. “You're good! You catch me when I fall”“Yes, but where was your boyfriend?”-“No boyfriend, just friends”“But why not one of them?”Her hand moved itself to my crotch, and she slipped her hand into my cargo-shorts. A half second later she purred and pulled my body down to hers by my belt, putting her lips by my ear: “Why not you? You can be my boyfriend tonight!”Her words fried my thoughts for a second, though not my senses. She smelled like heavy sweat... like sex. She was dotted with several. From between the sight of Lizzy’s long slender legs could clearly be seen her pee fountain as it squirted from her piss flaps, flowing through the air to splatter messily over the sign which was already covered in a sheen of her spent urine.Lizzy seemed oblivious to the two new arrivals, her gaze locked on the sight of her pissing pussy and the mess she was making. Rebecca gave a small gasp of delight at the sight, one hand moving to touch her covered crotch. Zara for her part was mesmerised by. ..”We cut to our studios in Manchester ... Once again, the corner of our set is made up to look a bedroom – double bed, white sheets, big pillows. We can see lights and cameras mounted on stands and tripods around the bed.We cut to the street outside and see Brigitte’s car drive up and pull into our small car park, coming to a half in the ‘guest’ spot up next to the entrance of our building. The driver side door opens immediately, and Brigitte is out straight away – casual jeans and a knee.