Kat, the French girl, was dressed up as a slutty cat. Kyle was dressed up as Robin Hood. And Marshal was dressed up as a gangster with big fake gold c...ains and a spray painted air soft gun.The attic was filled with boxes and old stuff with sheets draped over them.They sat in a circle, with a lantern in the middle."Kayla, truth or dare?" Kyle said,"Dare." She said with an anxious smile,"Ok... Um, I dare you to..." He had to think about this, "give me a lap dance." Everyone started smiling and. A brief conversation with Ben Benedict (and some time viewing the critique section of PornLife) led him to believe the group would almost direct themselves.It led him to take a chance on one of his younger directors – a woman with only four scenes to her credit. She had done a good job on them. The last one had forced her to deal with a couple of performers who turned out to be huge pains in the ass. This was her payment for producing something halfway decent out of something that, by all. I continued to arouse her both with my tongue and my fingers, gently inside her.With my hand applying pressure from above and two fingers inside her I found her ‘G’ spot and rubbed it until she came. She was like a woman possessed and wanted more. She reached out for me and said, ‘I want it, make love to me, please’. I released my weight on to her and without comment she guided me to her pussy, she was so wet my cock slid in easily but her pussy was tight.‘Can I get on top’, she asked, without. I feel his hands grasp my hair and pull so hard that I'm surprised I'm not hearing it rip from my head. I scream and he pulls harder. "Bad move, little girl." He begins pulling me down the hallway, my scalp searing with pain, to what I know is his bedroom on the right. I flip onto my back as he drags me, literally kicking and screaming, and I try to pry his fingers from their grip, driving my nails into his strong hands. The pain is overwhelming and tears begin to form in my eyes , but I.