He thinks winking puts me in a higher mood.I stood in a small set in James' large apartment in San Francisco. Me, Felicia Clarkson, an up and coming m...del-- or so my agent, Marcos, loved to tell me. Behind me sat a large green screen, and around me were several lights."Her hair's getting junked," Trudy called over from the wing space.James nodded, albeit impatiently. "Take a break, Felicia." Thanks," I said. This was a long shoot, and despite what people out there think, it is possible to get. She was very well lubricated and I slid in and out of her bum for ages before I couldn’t stop myself exploding up her rectum. Then I brought her off by inserting my fingers into her bum and her pussy with one hand while attending to her clit with the other hand. She went off like a rocket.“Stay like that, Sue, while I get some more shots. I love to see your open crotch and your pussy and arse-hole all wet and slippery and with cum oozing out. Wonderful. God, your pussy is so wet I could. We should make it to the gym by 6:30 for our half hour. They won't know what time it is anyway."Giving the rest of the control room crew the thumbs up, they eagerly watched the cell screens to see the reaction. Most of the participants spent the night tossing and turning, probably wondering what would happen now the last day of isolation was over.Swiftly Karen brought the cell lights up to full brightness and pressed the microphone button, already set to maximum volume. "Wakey, wakey!" she. Then she felt him back off, then she felt a finger where his tongue had been. He rubbed and gently prodded her asshole, then the finger went away and came back wetter, the finger went away and came back wetter, on and on to what seemed to be forever. Jen loved it . . . she heard a smacking noise, was he jacking off? After a few minutes of playing with her asshole Dicky backed off, Jen wondered what he was going to do and at the same time missed him playing with her wet asshole. Suddenly Jen.