I threatened them. I accused them of not caring enough. I told them that they were trying too hard. Chris stormed off stage. Alyssa cried. I made them... run through the scene again. Each performance grew more stilted, more empty, more dry. The more they rehearsed, the worse they played their parts. Just before midnight, I let them go, insisting that they be back on stage at eight in the morning, six hours before anyone else would be there because we were going to play the scene until we got it. They had been searching for a subject and had decided on the perfect candidate. They had discovered her while reading Catherine Belmont’s e-mails. Her name was Susi. She was from a city in Germany. She had shoulderlength hair, small, but very firm breasts, and a very firm and tight ass. She was presently married but her fantasies always involved Catherine Belmont using her sexually, doing unspeakable things to her body. Her husband was to be away for two weeks. They could hide her disappearance. I purred her name ‘Alana, you might wanna play truth or dare?’ She smiled her famous smile. Cut to the chase she slowly peeled down her bikini to reveal a beautiful soft peach fuzzed mound: pink perfection. She said ‘please lightly lick me until I can’t stand it anymore. There’s only one other person in my life that will lick it for me’. What? How could this be anymore tempting than anything I have ever done before. Well… one thing lead to another and I was rolling and pounding her and licking. Once I spent a morning down at his, using his computer, and it was full of porn about young girls coming out sexually. There were photos of teen girls barely legal age, whose bodies looked like my own, small titted and hairless pussies, was he a p**o, like we talked about in school, or a man just fascinated by a girls puberty and changing body, I must admit, I get turned on looking at myself and some of my girlfriends sometimes, listening to us blabber on about men's dicks and the wonderful.