Then one of the men said, “I’m Gene the director. You are absolutely perfect just the way that you are. If anything you might need a touch of powd...r on your face to keep the glare down. Has anyone told you what we are doing?”I said, “You’re making a dirty movie.”He laughed and said, “Not exactly. We are making a movie about this nudist camp to entice people to come here. Call it a commercial of sorts.”I asked, “And what do you want from me?”After seeing you and hearing your voice I would like. Whether they could not handle so much truth, or it was not as they wished to see, or for some other odd reason, no mind returns completely untouched. It must be your conscious decision to enter."Jake stared at the eruption at the center of the pool. This was the only way. He sighed. "I understand. Thank you for your help. Talamia, a word," he said, gesturing her close. As she drew near, Jake whispered softly in her ear, "Watch over me. This is your sacred duty as my trusted concubine. Trust no. Cum shot up from my prick and splashed across my face again…to the side of one eye, down along my nose, into my mouth, and then down my chin. The stranger ground that massive monster cock to the hilt while my back jerked into an arch and my head snapped back with another jet of cum splattering up across my chin and neck. I watched as the stranger leaned down towards me. His face obscured from the popper fog in the immersion tank. He f***ed my lips apart and thrust a long wide tongue inside. . Closing the front door, Donna walked slowly back into the living room, staring vacantly at the coffee table, her mind whirring with concerned thoughts. Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the remainder into her empty glass, and drained it in one gulp. The burning sensation in her throat seemed to suddenly bring her to her senses."Damn!" she exclaimed aloud, then set the glass down and walked uncertainly toward the kitchen. She was hungry and opened the refrigerator,.