We went to her house in the day that time. When we were going away, she said, “Perhaps you won’t mind always going out first, for neighbours are s... ill-natured.” The old woman was really a pew-opener, her daughter really a dressmaker, but she was glad to earn a few shilling by letting her house be used for assignations of a quiet sort; she would not have let gay women in, from what I heard. She had lived for years in the parish and was thought respectable. She had not much use of her house in. Even as she drank in the stimuli to her senses, she feltthe fullness of her sore cunt. Her body started a slowroll to her stomach, and was caught short by the searingpressure and pain of her tits against the bed. Shestretched her legs and gasped at the stinging of herthighs. Trying desperately to take a quiet deep breath, sheregretted any attempt at movement, however stiff herbody might have been. Every nerve was suddenly awake andreminding her of recent painful pleasures. She didn’twant. Now I was almost naked, just wearing a black tight linen skirt, which they wrenched up my body around my waist.I gasped in pain and surprise when one of them shoved his fingers into my cunt. "Hey, man, the bitch is tight." He said laughing. The other asked me: "Have you ever been fucked up the asshole, bitch?" I started crying through my gag, tears pouring down my cheeks, when I felt he had positioned himself behind me and was now spreading my ass cheeks, rubbing the head of his. You can be there, of course, I mean, you’re going to see me getting naked for the videos anyway, aren’t you’. Susanna hadn’t met the owner of the studio before, and I liked the idea of her stripping off in front of us. The day of the video photoshoot came and I collected Susanna from her studio in my car. She was in a really good, funny, mood. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was looking forward to getting naked in front of my video camera, or in front of Ken, the studio owner. We got to.