It was decorated in a French d?r. There were three video cameras already set up. I was impressed but I was also shocked. Julie wanted to star in a mov...ie too and I was to star in it, direct it, and edit it. I was also only to make one master copy that she would get. Okay!I grabbed one of the cameras and filmed Julie getting into a very fancy French costume that had been in the closet. Then of course I filmed her getting out of it and getting almost nude. She kept on the nylons, the garters, and. She pressed a button that made a lot of really bright dots appear all over the place. When I told her, she started dimming the dots until she finally changed out my goggles for a pair that blocked a lot more light. She adjusted the machine until I could barely see the dimmest of the dots. Usually, the patients pressed a button, but instead, they gave me a clicker like people use to train dogs. Two assistants in the next room both had push buttons hooked to two different computers. They would. I feel every little clench below, feel the rising and falling of my naked chest, note the crispness of the air on my exposed nipples. I swallow, wondering how long it will be that I wait here and whether this, in itself, is a test? How long would it take, tigger, before you decide to rise and leave the room? Can you control the thoughts passing through your mind on a loop: "Has something happened?"; "Am I being watched?"; "Have I been forgotten?"; "Am I worthy?"; "Can I truly yield?"The thought. Steve cried out madly as his orgasm consumed him, his hand gripping wildly on my hips and pulling my hips down. I joined him with my own counterfeit cries. I bounced up and down on his cock as frantically as I dared. As his orgasm tapered down I let my own cries descend to plastic whimpers. It was, I hoped, as he would expect. Steve stroked my hair and told me how “wonderful” it had been. I sighed a sigh of relief, which he mistook for contentment. He kissed me tenderly as he always did. I.