We went through the dialogue for the scene a couple of times until the director was satisfied.Everybody got into position for the next take. The direc...or yelled "Action!" and I got up from my desk and stood at the front of the classroom. As the camera zoomed in on my face I started masturbating. I remembered to call out the name of Tonya's character, but I was only thinking about David. I realized that I was nervous enough that it would affect my performance, and we only had one take. I blocked. Dennis’ stream slowed a little. His hard dick made for a slow but steady stream as he was almost finished emptying himself. As this occurred, Chelsea emerged from the pile of wet leaves like a zombie rising from the grave. Except she had no interest in eating brains, only giving head. She lifted herself up to her knees and directed Dennis’ dick into her mouth, the slight stream of pee splashing her chin before she got it in. Chelsea began rocking her head back and forth. Her cheeks were. Looking back at him with a grin on her face, "Well, at least we know he'll never do that to anyone else." Yeah," Jeff sighed, "but some guys who have had their nuts cut off before have taken it out on women. Just because he can't fuck doesn't mean that he won't abuse another woman. Just look at that son-of-a-bitch that rammed something up Jill, and I'm assuming he could fuck, but just wanted to hurt her. I may have screwed up big time by not killing Jack. Since he can't easily get to me, he. I turned to reach and thewater stream was directly on my ass and shot the electricity through meagain.This stopped my mind in its tracks. I was unprepared. What do I do now? Istarted zoning out thinking about a relaxing day at home, some lightcleaning, a smutty novel, and a nice glass of wine sounded wonderful.However, I realized as I was thinking I was staring at my dirty wet pantieshanging on the hook and that there was a small hole staring in the lace.I frowned thinking how my favorite lucky.