It made me feel a little better.The next day at ten, I was back at the Acme studio. When Tony came in from the back studio to greet me, he was accompa...ied by a very pretty young girl. Also, there was a man about the age of my husband with them. He told them he would give them a call if he needed them again.Tony and I went in the studio to where Tom was waiting for us.Tony said, “I want you to meet Annette who will be helping Tom with the cameras and lighting. Also, we have an assistant for you. Ashleigh had a decent rhythm going when her hands clutched my buttocks. That made my eyes bulge a little. I would have never expected that from her. The rhythm she had going was interrupted when she pulled me by my butt into her mouth. I instinctively grabbed her head for balance but didn’t hold her mouth down on me.Slowly Ashleigh allowed my cock to slide out of her mouth. She gradually increased her lips' suction, and at the end, her lips made a ‘pop’ sound. Ashleigh looked up and chuckled as. As the dress fell to the floor he kissed her neck and rubbed his hands across her stomach until lowering them to cup her pussy.Matt then slid her panties aside and quickly inserted a finger into my wife’s body. As my wife tensed from the obvious pleasure she was feeling, John quickly pulled down her panties and Anna stepped out of them leaving her in just heels and fish-net stockings.Matt roughly turned my wife and bent over the bed, she began giggling like a little school girl but the giggles. I called him a ‘Nazi.’ He glared at me and wrote another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a ‘doughnut eating Gestapo.’ He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn’t care. I came downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said, ‘Clinton in ‘16.’ I try to have a little fun.