” Obviously, this just sent me deeper into that well of lust and desire and sexual need. I had loomed over Marsha at that point, jacking on my dick... proud of my cock, “These pussies are mine today—mine to fuck. Mine!”Marsha had run her hands up and down my sides as my dickhead pressed against her pussy lips, “Oh baby, you’re the pussy fucker today. You’re the man, baby, get in there and get it done.”Cathy had appeared a bit dazed but after a couple minutes or so, as I am fucking Marsha at. Fortunately, I had said to them that there would be a series of solo shots so, hopefully, Jill wasn't aware of the effect she was having on me. Oh, I'm so naive! When two people arrive for pictures after those with both of them, Jim takes the non-participating one into a lounge area next to the studio. Thus, Susie and Jim left whilst Jill and I got to work. About half-an-hour later, as I was framing her in the viewfinder, we both heard a keening sound. I hadn't a clue what it was but I noticed. To show that there’d been a lot of partner-swapping action, but without overdoing it.Next up, we moved all the kit to the kitchen to shoot some more of the storyline sections. The actors were clothed again, and speaking to script. There were a couple of slips where the actor fluffed their lines, but Judy’s dialogue was straightforward enough for the number of takes to be few. It still took a while, because Judy was using the kitchen as a way of keeping track as the weekend progressed. There. "Let me give you a massage. It will help you sleep."Help with sleeping was the last thing I needed, I was so weary, but a free massage wasn't something to pass up either. A small part of me still didn't trust her, but I could feel her 'guilt' and 'concern' switches still fully on. Also, knowing that Dennis was in the apartment helped.Her fingers worked wonders on my back and shoulders, and thankfully she avoided my right k**ney, and the sides of my ribs. As her fingers dug deeper, I could feel.