She ran her tongue over her lips and welcomed his cock into her mouth. He allowed her to clean him for a long time, her fingers roaming over his butto...ks and balls, until he pulled away and once more aimed himself into her bleeding arse. She spread her cheeks apart to ease his entry and then reached to brace herself on the rim of the basket again, clenching her jaw. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the slighter youth’s arm move, then the rhythm of ragged breathing and wet flesh slapping. I usually do. I assumed you would prefer the elevator." We turned left to the stair well and I opened the door for her. "Thank you" she said with that wonderful smile and stepped through the door way. And as my luck would have it along the right side of the stair well where orange cones and safety tape along with signs reading "Wet Paint!".Melissa, who had apparently already come down the stairs never missed a beat and started up the stairs. This placed her sexy legs squarely in my view once. I shudder and take a sharp intake of breath my senses are on full alert as the image jerks a little as it adjusts - having the cameraman move around is so much better than the fixed camera he usually uses. The thousands of pixels on my screen display the bright sharp image... Mya's pale dejected fleshy body secured to a familiar St. Georges cross. She is no stranger to the glossy smooth, dark timbers in the shape of an "x" with Velcro bands holding her wrists and ankles tight against the frame. So she's gonna come out of her dressing room at 5 o'clock, in her nightgown, and walk right onto the set. And that's where we'll be, waiting for her." Come on, like she's not gonna notice nobody else is here?" Sure, she'll notice. But who's she gonna be able to ask? She'll know something's wrong, but she'll come onto the set anyway. Maybe she'll think it's some kinda surprise party. So come on, we have to hit the workshop set."Jon and Zach roamed around the soundstage, getting ready for Pat's.