In it he filmed himself fucking a series of women as if in a home movie. Tina remembered she had watched a scene with a skinny brunette French actress...(she did not know who, but it was Cecilia Vega). The scene had opened with them in Paris in a car, driving around the famous sights. As the car drive through the streets of Paris in broad daylight, Manuel had pulled down his pants in the back seat and asked Cecilia to get naked and suck his cock. She agreed, keeping low in the car and as the girl. Slowly, slowly her skirt rose until the darker nylon signifying the tops of her stockings was visible, then she began to turn back to us, letting the hem fall. This time she moved one leg forward, through the split in her skirt, and raised the front hem. This time she did not stop at her stocking-top but pulled the skirt further until white flesh and suspender straps came into view. There was a round of applause. She dropped the skirt hem and immediately her hands went to the buckle on her. I doubt that there will be anything, but we’ll go over it all tomorrow. Frankly, I’m pleased and, I’ll admit, surprised and relieved, that there seemed to be no questions in her mind that Matt was you.’ Tony left to join Jane while Matt and Katie continued ruminating about their very successful experience. As she watched Tony leave, she commented, ‘You know, that went much better than I feared. I half expected that Jane would, at least partially, come out of her trance enough for me to have to. She had to give her instructions before setting off to work. Where was the girl? As she wandered calling her, she was almost oblivious to her hand that appeared to be glued to the area between her legs. She pressed a finger against her mound through the material of her skirt and the panties underneath. She splayed her palm open over her skirt and started to buck her hips feeling her mound slide back and forth under the weight of her palm. She knew this action was smearing the cream over her.