I was panting with all the effort which gave the impression I was enjoying myself."Keep your eyes open slut. Keep looking into the camera. Now I want ...ou to pretend you're having an orgasm."What? An orgasm! Oh my God! What did he think I was? Some kind of porn star."Come on, get a move on. I want everyone who sees this to think you're having an orgasm. It shouldn't be a problem for you, you've been faking them for years." He laughed. "Do you want to get thrown on to the street and your video. If they like it, and assure you they will, we are out the door. I drove by Club 54, Eve's Garden and the other adult bookstore, the Grapevine, a couple of times, then went into each one. I decided that the adult bookstore demographic was the most promising. Club 54 was more local in orientation, meaning more neighborhood bar than urban sex oriented meat market. I needed meat not a conversation. Adult bookstores are different, way different. People go to an adult bookstore for. Oh your fingers feel so good moving over your slippery inner walls, but the feelings are intensified threefold by their eyes fixed between your spread legs."Pet, play with your tits and rub your clit, really finger that pussy for us my whore!"With squelchy wet sounds filling the room you look over to Mistress and her friends. The one on her left cupping her right breast, her other hand slipping into her white lacy panties. The one on her right has her larger tits out and is sucking her nipple,. My husband’s reply was perfect. He simply said, “It sounds like we are going to have a party”.Allie started to blush. She couldn’t believe the lack of jealousy. Chad kind of laughed it off, but in a way that let me know he agreed with my husband. This gave me all of the encouragement that I needed. My pussy was tingling thinking about what may occur.On day two I wore the shortest shorts I had purchased and a pink tank top that showed off my tits. I then started flirting with Chad every.