Always have. I trawl through the internet finding them. Watching them all. I’ve been doing it for years ... I love them all ... Well, not the Brazil...an rubbish – all those girls having orgasms the second they see a dog’s cock ... That’s so fake ... I love it when it’s real ... I love the Russian stuff, real women with real dogs, sucking cock and licking arse ... That stuff ... Those Russian girls are filthy...” She smirks, nodding at her own comment, then continues, “And then you guys – the UK. She eventually cried herself back to sleep.She woke shortly after seven o'clock and packed her bags in her car. Her mother came into the kitchen as Jennifer was carrying her bag to the car and asked if she was okay. When Jennifer shrugged, Heather hugged her daughter lovingly. Jennifer cried on her mother's shoulder as she said, "I'm so confused. I don't know what to do. Who should I choose, Mom? Please tell me; I can't decide."Heather held Jennifer at arms length so she could look lovingly. Although it had only been the previous night that Abbey had been used by the group of construction workers, Abbey had not thought of the long term consequences of what had happened. She soon found out as she left the apartment building and crossed the street to walk to work.She was not dressed as she had been the day before, but the workers had obviously not forgotten what she looked like. As she passed the construction site, Abbey was embarrassed to hear the comments that were shouted at her.. It was the perfect place because the audience couldn’t see me, or even my shadow, as I stood there. Looking across the passageway, I discovered that Jill’s face was perfectly reflected in the glass of a portrait that hung in the hall. I could stand there and watch her as she acted. I had never seen her do this scene before because I was always backstage until the argument was over. The two of them got to the most heated point of their argument. I had heard them act it out so many times that I.