She showered quickly and tidied her hair which she was wearing as a pony tail just as she did on the day of the interview.She put on her makeup, quite...adeptly now that she was having to do it every morning before leaving for work. She had become both skilled and quick. She picked out a white patterned bra which was well padded as they all were, with matching panties. Her cock was very soft as it often was these days which actually gave her a nice shape when she tucked it down the front of her. There in front of him was a contrived scene of life and death. To his right, a man was facing death as a giant wrecking ball swung towards him from behind. To his left, a different man faced an identical death. He shouted, "Duck."Both men stared at William as the wrecking balls swung through them. William stared in horror at the result. Two broken bodies lay on the ground in front of him. It was not a pretty sight. With his shout he had tried to save both, but had saved neither one. Sick to his. He was close. He mewed, squealing and panting with every movement over his aching body. “Please,” he begged, throwing his head against the cushion as a powerful wave of energy smashed into his quivering body and I felt the first pulse of his dick.I never stopped for a moment; I wasn’t going to ruin his orgasm. I continued to bob my lips over his cock, sucking intently on his erect prick as it spewed several spurts of thick liquid over my tongue and flooded the insides of my mouth. For hours, he. Hearing my own squeals and muffled screams, the moans, Carl’s groans, and Jo’s encouraging words from behind the camera is a completely thrilling experience. I even hear Joe making appreciative comments, which I didn’t notice at the time. The episode comes to its searing climax, the camera pulls in close, within inches of the liquid interface where Carl’s cock disappears into my cunt, we see his balls begin to twitch, then the bottom ridge of his shaft starts to pump, and seconds later my own.