I proudly presented him with my black string, which stretched like a second skin over my stiff cock."WHOW - you look too hot, Martin." He squeezed and...massaged him through the string. "Come on - I want free sight," he laughed at me. Grazily, I pulled the string over my upright tail and let it slip to my feet on my legs.I stood up against him on a level with the bed, full of lust, I jumped to his chest, while I crossed my legs behind his back and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on. I let. After a couple of minutes, he told me to stand, turn around, lift my dress and bend over. Oh my goodness, what am I doing? Without much ado, he pulled my panties down and instructed me not to make a sound or to come without his permission. I noticed him pulling a condom out of his pocket, thank goodness. Once the condom was in position, he found the entrance to my pussy and entered without hesitation. I was surprised at how wet I had become whilst sucking his cock and started to enjoy his. Then, I started the editor and each time I would play a short clip, I would back it up and play it again. Rachel was holding the mic, and when I erased the dialog, she would hold the mic for the person to recite that part of the dialog. Sometimes, we had to run it back again and again to make the dialog sound natural and not like it’s being read from script. The more we worked with it, the more everyone relaxed and recited their lines naturally, as the video played.This scene was only ten. As the weekend approached the weather cooperated and the lake was jumping. There was a boat sponsored by the Go-Daffy website folks who I’d contracted for my website and they had dancers in little bikinis’ with their logo on them. There was a floating dock that was anchored in the cove from the GGW producers that did special events at the Marti Gras in New Orleans LA. They had a DJ and speakers setup along with wet tee shirt contests and prizes to be given away every hour during the day. My.