I was fidgeting a fair amount because I was uncomfortable not only with the outfit but also with the situation in general. About half way through the ...tudy session I heard him clear his throat and say ?Would you like a 10 minute study break young lady?? Remembering that I was not allowed to simply nod my head I replied ?Yes Professor?. He grinned again, it was that evil looking grin and it made my stomach tie up into knots. ?Very well, stand in front of my desk and bring your hairbrush with. His heart pounding in fright, he walked quickly up to the stall, tearing ajar door. His daughter lay slumped in a fetal position on the shower floor, water cascading over her supine body. Ignoring the spraying water as they drenched his clothing, he knelt down next to his to his daughter. Was she dead? Unconscious? He couldn't tell with all the steam filling up the stall. Scooping her wet body up into his arms, he carried her out of the shower and back into her room, depositing her carefully. “We’ll be shooting in here,” he said.Tuck helped Paul unload a couple of video cameras and a couple of photo lights on long tripods and helped him set them up in a sparse office inside. The office only contained a chair and desk, a black vinyl couch across facing the desk and two tall plastic decorative plants. Then Tuck watched as Paul went over a short script with the two girls and explained their roles. He next showed Tuck where he wanted him placed at the back of the room in order to video. Where you at?”“I’m at the Firefly Inn on BTW.”“I know exactly where that’s at.”“Cool.”“So what’s yo stats again,” Stoop asked.“I’m five-ten. Weigh a hundred and fifty pounds. I got a tight bubble booty. I’m white with blonde hair and brown eyes,” Sunni shared.“Yeah. That’s right.”“And you?”“Five-eleven. Bout two hunnit and thirty or two hunnit and thirty-five.”“That’s what’s up! When are you free?”“Now,” Stoop declared.“Me too,” Sunni gleamed.“Whatchu wearin’ again?”“Some booty short and some.