I made a point of seeking out the producer, Mr Broccoli, after the film. Two years earlier I’d ranted about On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. This ...ime I gushed, making it clear how pleased I was with the new film and, hopefully, repairing our relationship a little.Christmas was perfection that year. With Charlie and his mum down to stay, I had everyone I cared about there and no major worries on my mind. It was probably the happiest I’d felt in years.Things turned a bit surreal on New Year’s. "Hurry up and cleanout, the lunchtime clients will be coming in and hour, and I need to prep your rectum for the 3 that are coming today" AD said.We had started this about a month ago, and I had been fisted out about 3 times a day, we had a good client base built, and my asshole had been fisted so manytimes, it never gets a chance to return to normal. Today would be no exceptions, 2 nooners and a 4pm session was scheduled, not to mention AD, taking adavantage of the blown out asshole ring,. "What kind of place? You dumb shit. If they come here on our free drinks ladies night, they're looking to get laid. Every woman in the place gets reamed at least once while we're filming on those nights. Some of them get double fucked, some spend the night giving the guys head. Some just spend their time lip locked with another woman playing with each other's pussies. We film it all."Harry was flabbergasted. He gulped, "Have you seen my wife and daughter here? They look almost the same age and. One night as I was enjoying these particularly intense sensations, I tried to push my thingie into my virgina. This time it went right in and with an audible pop my cherry broke. The resulting stab of pain really hurt and the flow of blood that appeared scared the hell out of me. Without thinking, I yelled for my mother and both of my parents came running to see what was the matter. Through my tears I tried to explain why I was bleeding. My thingie was still out so I showed my parents what I.