Do you understand dear?" I slowly nodded myhead in agreement looking away from him. He grabbed my shirt, andwithout hesitation, took it off of me very...quickly. He then reached formy pants and underwear, and removed them. I felt very exposed andvulnerable at this point. I started to blush slightly knowing that I wasnaked in front of these two men, and there was nothing I could do aboutit. Being left naked laying down in the van, the man on top of mekneeling still, just kept starring at me the. A few weeks went by and I didn't push the matter, it was a Friday night, and although Claire and I were now living together, she went out with her friends on a Friday, and that usually ended up with her getting off with another woman. I could tell because if we ever had sex when she came home, her pussy was already well used.When she got home, she looked a little sheepish, and she told me that she had brought Amy home, they were going upstairs and would I come up and film them! I was up like a. “Perhaps,” I thought to myself, “the owner of that may know more about engines than I do.”And he did. Inside the café, I could see a young man – well, a year or so, maybe, younger than me – sitting at a table with a salad and a mug of coffee, helmet on the table by him.He was, obviously, the owner of the old bike outside, and I looked at him as I approached. My mind – obviously I didn’t say anything – said ‘nerd’. He was skinny and tall, as far as I could tell. He looked clean, but, again. He was in the box too with Joyce. His glasses were steamed up as he watched her prance across the stage, turn her back to the audience and flip up the hem to show she wore no panties. The men went wild. Maxwell was there to negotiate with Shelly a new contract for Erin.The tapes she made by Lone Star were selling like hotcakes across the entire country. Their favorite was when her back was turned and she pulled out a soaking wet ribbon from her pussy juices and hand it to the young man a half.