She told me I could put my dick away now and zip up my pants. I had totally forgotten and been so used to it that I didn’t think about it. “You wo...’t need it just yet,” she tapped the head of my cock playfully while I zipped myself back up.I think my eyes were wide like a kid staring at all the toys laid out under the tree on Christmas morning because Betty seemed amused at my enthusiasm and told me to pace myself.“Girls are kind of like ketchup bottles,” She licked some wine from her fingers.. “You didn’t fuck it up, Becky! Okay, let’s get ready for the creampie scene.”A photographer appeared, snapping pictures of Cherri’s cunt while Delilah, the makeup girl, darted forward to touch her up. The script girl—a petite, Korean cutie named Jean—fell to her knees before me and engulfed my cock, sucking on it, fluffing my dick to keep me hard.It was something she did for the male actors. It was her job to keep the script continuity and to fluff the “talent,” as we were called. Her mouth was. “Yes, Master,” I told him as Igot up and obeyed him without hesitation. He then tookoff my T shirt and jeans but left on my thong. At thatpoint, speaking in the same tone, he said “Get down onall fours and stick your ass up in the air.” I did so.He then spoke to me as harshly as he ever has. “Because of the stupidity you used in smoking weed andgetting caught, you deprived me for 45 days of thepleasure of having my fuckstick inside your mouth andyour black cunt.. For nothing, it seems!" Andshe joined her weeping to theirs. "Why aren't those fools coming to our assistance?" said Lady Parchpain. "Andwhere are the . . . the . . . ." "Hounds?" said Lilith. "I'm guessing, but here's . . . how I'd answer thosequestions. The servants aren't helping us . . . because they know they don'thave to any more. The Hounds have left, because they know we're not . . . notgoing anywhere. I imagine they're looking for other succubi. And when they'redone . . . ." "Don't!".