I started to apologize when I heard one of the guys yell, “Vanessa, where the fuck are you? Get your ass back in here and make the bed so we can beg...n the next scene!” I froze and put my hand over my husband’s mouth and put a finger to my lips to signal him not to speak. Then I yelled back, “Hey, fuck you! I don’t work for you, you freakishly big dicked negro! I work for your boss. I agreed to do four scenes this weekend and I have three to go. I just spent two fucking hours getting crammed. I heard a muffled moan rise from Julie's crotch as I pulled her underwear down to her knees, and slipped one hand back up to explore her pussy. She was surprisingly tight, her vagina gripping my finger incessantly, sucking it in. I could feel she had neatly trimmed pubic hair, and smallish vaginal lips. My fingers were hidden from view under her skirt though, and I decided I wanted some visual stimulation as well.I worked her underwear the rest of the way off, and lay down on my back, my head. Harrowing scenes of young men and women who were trying to do exactly as she was now, being caught by the trainers. Some of them were lucky and got caught by a trainer with one of the large cats. Tigers were the best because the killing stroke or bite was almost instantaneous and the runner wouldn't suffer for much longer than a scream. The dog and horse handlers caught those less fortunate. The dogs were not so bad, usually a quick fuck or suck and the runner was off again, although weakened. We were just turning to head out when Nina pulled up out front of the store. She waved me over."Hi Jack," she said, waving at him. He waved back."Come on, Mikey," she said, "let's have a drink." I nodded my acceptance. It would be a good time to talk to her about Harlan and Sam.Her T-bird was a nice ride, and it was a fast ride. She got us to the Nite Owl in about seven minutes: a ten mile run!"How about something to eat, first," she said. "And I pay, no arguments."I chuckled. "Okay. What's the.