She pushed her boy off of her, and stood up. "Guards!" "Yes your majesty?" The guards asked, running in. "Take this boy downstairs," she ordered. "At ...nce ma'am," The guards said. "No, please, anything but that!" The boy begged.As his friend was dragged off, the boy who'd been fucking Samantha watched on with sadness. He knew what "Downstairs" meant. He'd heard the screams coming from behind the door that led downstairs. Screams that no human being should be able to make, but they were most. The series was called "A Date with Tiffany." I did not like them using her real name but since we had a contract, I did not complain. The first one was called "First Date." It was and is a beauty, a gem, and the costuming was wonderful. I quickly agreed to several more and romped the luscious girl until she begged me to stop, something she seldom did.Her co-star was a handsome stud in his mid-20s with a really impressive up-curved cock and the stamina of an adolescent. He picked her up in his. Shit, the show was awful. He picked on me as one of the last clients, should I say. He dragged me on stage (no pun intended) and tried to put me under. I knew he didn't succeed, or so I thought,Tom, my mate, waited until I returned to my seat. “Load of crap” I told him.“Ah” said Tom “You did not see what we, the audience saw then Phil”“What do you mean Tom?” I asked him.“Well, the guy asked you what your favourite hobby was, you said making fun of crap hypnotists. He then asked if you. Daniel looked scared, and stammered, “What are you talking about?” “This is a picture of my ex-husband and his younger brother,” I said, pointing at the picture in my hand. “Crystal,” he said nervously, “let me explain.” Suddenly, I knew why this man had felt so familiar to me. “Edward?” He smiled nervously and said, “I haven’t used that name in over ten years.” I was furious. I set the picture down and began to gather my clothes. I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my former.