Reality TV was the cheapest to produce. The owners not only paid the stars shit wages, they also paid the craft people very poorly as well. So most of...their craft people were burnouts and new hires right out of college."You said before that Earl was a burnout?" I made it question."Earl was a hot shot right out of college camera man when they flew the planes into the world trade center. He shot images for the local pbs station. None of the film ever got used, it was too graphic. He never really. I moved it slowly as she got Very wet and started to gyrate her ass on the couch. With her eyes closed she "Purred" as I slid 2 fingers in. The other guy smiled at me and gave the thumbs up. When she Moaned, I kissed her ear more then slowly pushed her down leaving her head in his lap. With her foot on my knee I put 3 fingers in her dripping pussy and one up her ass. Her ass gyrating faster and faster I also put my thumb on her clit. 3 fingers in, the little one up her ass and my thumb. "How about another one?" I asked. "Really?" She asked incredulously."Sure, I have another one on my computer that I think you'll like. It's a bit like the last one but it has more creativity and twists and turns. It's called the Story of O. It's very erotic and includes some girl/girl scenes as well. You can see if that is something you might like." Okay," she said. "You sure you don't want to just make our own moment right here?" As "hard" as it was, I said we'd still have plenty of time for. Like this he made me to suck his cock. And I used to suck his cock from then every day. And I was addicted to his cock and its cum. I used to swallow all his loads and make him proud. From then when I started swallowing his loads he stopped kissing me and he used me only for sucking his cock. As I was also addicted to his spit I used to ask him to kiss me but he never kissed me and when I asked him I want his spit he used to spit into my mouth but never kissed. Sometimes he spits mucous on to.