Not really. I mean, I thought that—”“Do you mind?”I shut up and shook my head. This wasn’t happening. Or if it was, she was setting me up fo... something. And if she was, there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. I mean, you didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t sit next to you. You didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t do anything.“Great,” she said with a solar-bright smile as she sat down. Grace and Emily sat at the table in front of us. Clarissa flashed me another of those knockout. Just go now with the officers and they will take you where you need to go. If you give me the keys to your car, I'll have it dropped off at your house. Good luck to you!"I was stunned, needless to say: So many different thoughts exploded in my mind all at once. As I numbly followed the cops to their cruiser and climbed in the back, I did manage a subtle smile to myself: this was not the circumstances I had pictured being led away for…hell, they didn't even put me in handcuffs!Off we went to. She took her place on the set, standing by a papier-mâché statue of an elephant god dancing in a Krishna pose, while the male star was filmed wandering along the linoleum covered floor of the supposed temple admiring what were in fact just the top of the scenery’s cardboard walls. He paused by a mural of some women making love according to the dictates of the Karma Sutra that must have been a blown-up photograph of the real thing. He then pretended to get aroused by the contorted poses and the. Tiff was breathing heavy, her eyes were closed and her head was back as my tongue explored and nibbled at her swollen button clearly visible through the fine wispy hair, I managed to get my head and tongue up to her arsehole with my nose pushing between her wet lips and as my tongue flicked like a snake it sent double pleasures through her little frame, it split my time between both holes and I think the strain on her legs was getting the better of her as she wrapped them around my back.