"This is really good stuff," Ashley said. "And I have a sneaking suspicion if it's shot on a blue screen our resident computer guru can add trees or a...castle or almost anything. If we can convince her that Derrick's naked ass is not a bad thing." So, Derrick, who do you want to fuck next?" Ashley joked. "Whoever you decide will be the princess." Hey, he doesn't get to choose," Sahara said. "He'd pick some big busted bimbo who can't read a line and who would ruin everything."The girls. There were no servants lined up at the entrance to greet us and that was a sign of trouble.When we trooped inside, we found the place deserted except for a couple of drunken fools in the kitchen helping themselves to the cooking wine. Jeffrey ousted them through the back door with a helpful kick in the ass.A small cart came up to the main entrance and a clergyman of modest dress descended to greet us. He introduced himself to us as Pere Anton and explained that he had recently buried the entire. It’s easy enough to do these days, isn’t it? You see fake photos of celebrities all the time on the internet. You take someone’s face and paste it onto a porn photo. Do a bit of airbrushing to get it to match.”“I suppose you’re right.” She paused. “Hey, did you ever see that fake video of Chloe Goodman that got out a couple of years ago?”I shook my head. “Did you?”She blushed. “James liked to watch porn. He had loads of it on his laptop. He’d put it on sometimes while we ... you know.”“I guess. Doc smiled at her as he taped up her wrists. He was the only one who knew how she felt about Cid after an unfortunate incident when he caught her smelling one of Cid’s shirts. He never told but every time he smiled she knew he was laughing at how much she was crushing on the resident trainer. She swatted his hands playfully and strapped her gloves on. Tucking her mouthpiece behind an ear, she walked over to Cid as he was shouting at two rookies in the octagon. “Jesus Joe, stop trying to kick.