Cromwell stayed behind. He looked at the business card in his hand. It was entirely blank but for a telephone number, printed exactly in the middle. C...omwell couldn't decide if that was the strangest thing, or whether it was the fact that the man beside him had been reading the Times of India.Two hours later, Cromwell was sitting in his office, still staring at the business card. The chill in the office when he came in had been palpable. Friends and colleagues avoided him. People whispered. I pressed two fingers inside my cunt, wriggling and twisting them, feeling my sex like hot jello inside, mushy and yielding and the soft muscles clasping at my fingers as I withdrew them slowly. They were wet, glistening beneath the lights and I brought my fingers to my mouth, licking and sucking them, making love to myself for all those faceless men who would watch me in the coming years.Blondie approached the bed finally and he was a good looking man. I felt grateful for that much at least,. Often, one or the other of the girls would be reduced to tears again.All the time, Quentin had his little black book by his side. In it, he recorded any slips made and took notes as to where and when he thought acting techniques could be improved. He found it a most enjoyable and unusual afternoon and was most grateful to Glenda for having dreamed it up. How clever! Having them clothed like that . . . giving them a taste of the easy life . . . of former days . . . and knowing all the time what. Anyway it was a hot day so neither of us were wearing much clothes. Ben was wearing I guess what you call basketball shorts. After an hour or so Ben was asleep, or I guess in some half sleep or something as I noticed him rubbing his dick through his shorts. At first it was like adjusting his balls, but soon he had his hand to the side of his shaft and his thumb was riding up and down the length. I had had some sick fantasies about being with him. He is very good looking and has a nice build..