My wife rose outof her stupor to ask what we were doing here. I told her I wanted to watch her being fucked. Shelooked stunned, even in her condition....I stopped thecar and got out. I opened her door to let her out. Shelooked at me with sad drunken eyes and simply said,“NO!” more pleading then demanding it. I helped her out of the car and began walking her overto where the two men where. As we got closer theynoticed us or I should say they noticed her. She waspulling at her dress. Com-here, and let me see that!" I moved to her side and she took it in her hand. It wouldn't hardly reach around it. Susan opened her hand and let it slide down palm up to heft my balls. “Can I suck it?” she licked her lips. “Well, I'd like to fuck you with it, but seeing as how I'm an old fart, I didn't think you would want me.” “I'm sorry I said that. It was a mean and cruel thing to say, and not respectful''. I could tell she meant it. She dropped to her knees and begged, “Please Dano, I. We have a full day of shooting, and we need every scene done to the client’s specifications.” He adjusted his bulge in his beach shorts. “We. Are. Professionals. Now, chop-chop! We’ve got work to do.”Just a job it was. So the job they did. Cleaned and painted, sweat wiped away on balled-up tissues discarded in the overflowing trash bin. Together, they checked off the scenes on the list until there were none.A juicy red lollipop twirled up a pigtailed babysitter’s puffy pink pussy, coated with. All five of them were killed instantly. The truck driver was seriously hurt, and was nearly inconsolable with the memories of the accident and the death of a family. The drunk driver? He only had a few cuts and bruises, and didn't even remember leaving the bar that had over-served him and let him drive away drunk. Both he and the bartender would wind up in jail for many years because of it.They let Denise and Freddie go home from the hospital a few days later, under heavy sedation, just in time.