We each wore pumps with four-inch spike heels over sheer thigh-high stockings held in place by garter belts, crotchless panties, and bras with cutouts...to display our nipples. We were definitely a couple of hotties on this special day.Mistress spent a good bit of time getting my hair just right for the look she sought. She tried the traditional French braid, a couple of different ponytails, but in the end brushed it all out, long and straight, with bangs teased onto my forehead. Then she added. Tom actually looked up and smiled at me, when I said that,"When YOU'VE figured out what women want, you just let me know too!" He laughed at that. He reminded me of the punch line of the old joke about understanding a woman's mind, "How many lanes wide did you want that highway to be?"I mentioned that I should probably, for insurance purposes, bring in the more valuable pieces of jewelry that I'd purchased over the years, and have Tom update the appraisal. He told me, 'sure, anytime.'So we. He asked me and dad that can we do or not and we said we will do.Now we made ready for the scenes and he told that first scene will be me with him like a boy coming for porn casting and gets the fuck with him who checks his ability and the next scene with dad and him as like a massage spa. Now the camera was ready and we have to start. Mom and aunt were helping dad with the camera ,whose gonna shoot the scene with me and uncleIn the scene, myself ring the outdoor bell of the house and enter in. As Cathy bent to cram the youngsters into the car, a globular arse strained at her skirt, the hem riding up her thighs and prompting Joel to stop and stare. Bent double, Cathy's voluminous red hair tumbled over her face, shielding her from him. As she stood, the flaming mane licked at a pair of expansive breasts that seemed to defy gravity. A flick and it was back behind her shoulders, a hollow smile despatched in Joel's direction. He grinned inwardly, formulating nasty plans for Cathy for.