They were clouded with lust.After a few more pants, she asked, “Please may I cum?”Wanting to make it more intense, he asked, “How bad do you nee...d it?”Silk rolled her eyes and moaned. She hated when he played with her but she knew it was just his thing. Finally, “Bad,” then, “Please Michael.”“Please what?” He asked with raised eyebrow noting the use of his name.“Please Master,” She hissed a correction.Michael leaned down and bit her neck and told her to cum. Silk let go as the words cleared his. He had no real influence here. The producer was really in charge and hewas a nasty fat bald man called Henry who didn't seem to like her much.He was watching her now as she got into position, arms folded across hismassive stomach, a huge fold of fat around the lower half of his chin.Christina ignored him and checked whether the autocue was ready. It was.Her first line was Hi. I'm Christina Ward and I've gone back in time toa real Roman coliseum to watch the brutal and often deadly games.She. It's a problem befitting all siblings, when ones needs overtakes the others creature comforts.Not that her boyfriend minded, he knew I had seen them at it, giving her a good doggy as I watched them and he watched me.Her room door was open and she was loud enough to wake the dead. The bottom of the bed, which faced the door, was high enough to obscure her vision, as I stood quietly on the stairs, peering through the space left by the solid banister, all he saw was my eyes, but that was all he. "Just as far as the workshop; I couldn't do more than that, I couldn't go inside," Michele said."Myself and my partner, Sergeant Munner, will be there with you all the way. Nothing will happen to you," Mike explained."Ok I'll do it!" Michele replied, she was apprehensive but would do anything to help the police catch the man who had raped her.Mike went on to explain the details of the re-enactment.The day before, Mike had gone to great lengths to convince his partner that a re-enactment of the.