.. And then back upward, stroking and exploring the outside of her mound, playing with the crisp fine hair, gently squeezing the whole mons, then, wit... just one lightly-touching finger, grazing along just the very edge of the outer lips of her wet hot slit.Another stroke, and just the tip of the finger slipped between the outer lips, slowly runing from just above her anus to just above her clitoris and back again, picking up just a little of her lubrication.And again, and this time the first. She went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She was in there so long that steam was coming out through the door left ajar. I listened as she was singing a song. She seemed relaxed yet tired. I called the room service and ordered two roast beef dinners and a bottle of champagne. She stepped out of the shower, with her freshly washed body and hair. She sat to the table beside me, with only a short towel wrapped around her body - her boobs were barely covered by the top, and her pussy. 'Look. Look, I'm with you. You're doing a fantastic job on her. Keep it up. Let me help if you will.' 'Who are you?' 'Jim, I'm with NBS too and I'm one of her camera-men but she's such a bitch. I've wanted to rape her for years. How about you give me the chance?' There was a bunch more muttering and then he addressed me. 'You got this all on video?' I nodded. 'Fucking right and you can all have copies. I can keep filming it and make you copies.' He. I pulled my cock out and let it slide along her channel. The crown bumped her clit and she cried out in frustration. I kept humping, dragging the underside of my cock along her slit, and felt the first spurt of semen coursing up my shaft. With a grunt, I pressed forward, rubbing my manhood against her slippery pussy. I ground my hips against her and shuddered with the force of my climax; waves of pleasure washed over me as I spurted onto her stomach.As my orgasm slowly subsided, I looked down.