Absolutely none of the emotions assigned to the characters came through my actors. Where they were supposed to be angry, they were happy. Where they w...re supposed to be tense, they were relaxed. Where they were supposed to be fiery, they were conciliatory. Every step calculated to bring us forward had been a severe retreat back. I could pull amateurs from the street and get a better performance. I was intensely pleased with myself. When Paul arrived at two, things got worse. He, at once,. We got up, smiling, pulling our panties back into place, and I fetched a towel from my bag to clean up with. Jack was walking his bandy cowboy walk down the aisle towards us, packing himself back into his faded Levi's, saying, "Fuckin ace, girls! Haven't seen anything that rumptious since I was in Bangkok!" He clearly hadn't been offended. Seeing me putting on my tee-shirt, he said, "Aw! You're not going, are you? I got a bottle of Blackbush in the green room." He was buckling his belt as he. .I watched my friends ass fill with snow then be hosed out with warm water cannons I was my ass drilled hard and cum escaping to fill the bucket what was going on down the line I found out because between cock sucking's I saw each one of my friends and what they had to do for Charity it was going to be a long night finally the Carnival ended and they collected the cum buckets and poured them all into one The Bishop told me if I drank the contents of the bucket he would let me go otherwise I was. He starts watching the game again not paying attention to much else when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see who it is and is pleasantly surprised to see it’s her. Thank god it’s dark in here and she can’t see him blush. She says “I thought you left?” “I just went to put my stuff in my truck and came back in for a beer.” He is trying so hard to keep his eyes on her face, she must be used to men looking at her body but he doesn’t want to seem like every other pervert that.