" Sharon lowered the mike, smiling into the camera. Kathryn's fingers counted down off camera. "That's it, people we're done."Sharon sagged, staggerin... for her director's chair. Tomas looked up, worried, even as his fingers flew over the keyboard. "Honey, are you all right?" Just exhausted but relieved. Are we really done?" Almost. The site's down, the backups of the log ons and bidding sequence are done. I just have to run backups of the live shots and we close up while Katie's team loads. In the workshop next door Ben can be heard for several days drilling, hammering, and welding....all the while whistling merry Christmas tunes. Brunette Jasmine is the first to be "invited" to join Ben in theworkshop, where her Rubenesque form is fitted reluctantly into a tight neoprene catsuit, complete with catheter and anal tubes. A posture collar is wrapped round her neck, high in front so that her chin is forced upand head slightly back. Then, she is mounted upright to a sturdyframe of. Look, it's not like either of us were exactly Casanova's before the crisis, but at least there was a chance at getting some. But once the stay-at-home order made shopping for groceries the highlight of the week, a sullen, inescapable sexual desperation settled over our apartment.We weren't getting laid.Fuck, we weren't even able to really go outside.God bless pornhub for gifting us that free premium membership.Our days flowed into the other, proximity grating on our nerves as zoom meetings,. His hand moves to my neck, a slight moan escapes my parted lips. The intensity felt through my body makes me break his stare for a moment, I look around the room — it’s almost empty. I saw through the windows that darkness is about to give way to dawn. I lift my hand to his, take hold and suggest we go outside for the night to surrender to this new day that came upon us too quickly. Picking up a bottle of champagne we make our way outside. The yard is grassed and full of tall old trees. He.