Filmed through Marcia’s binoculars in a slow sweep that went from my face, down my torso, and dwelt on my basket. Given no name and no lines, I none...theless was given a great sex scene, greater in illusion than the one in reality that followed it. We were shot through the gauze curtaining draped down the sides and foot of Marcia’s four-poster bed. Roslyn was of an age by this time to always be filmed though gauze for her sex scenes, although her sex scenes still sold tickets. We were both. That he liked my body and my face and that he wanted me as his victim.I was Tom. I was a 22 year old athlete. District Swimming Champion. I had just finished my studies to become an architect and just proposed to my girlfriend. Life was good. I had a lot to look forward to. It can only have been months ago, but it seems another world now. Another life.Are they still looking for me after all this time ? I often wonder if I am still a part of their lives – my friends, my girlfriend – or. " Cathleen whispered."I want you to stand up and drop you pants," Brenda ordered through thecomputer.Bill stood right away, unfastened his belt and then his khakis lettingthem drop to the floor. And there he stood, right in front of thecamera wearing nothing but a red satin thong."What are you wearing, slave?" Brenda asked.Bill replied, "I am wearing your panties... the panties you woreyesterday." And why?" Brenda asked."Because I love to wear you panties, mistress. Because you let me.". No problemo. She's a Doctor after all. She's probably seen billions of dicks. Taking a deep breath, I unfastened my jeans pushing them and my shorts down to my knees before shuffling back to sit staring up at the ceiling with my hands behind my back as I tried to look cool with the voice inside my head yelling loudly DO. NOT. GET. A. BONER. DUDE."Hmmmmmmm," said the Doctor as she leaned forward over my flaccid member and squeezed both hands into a pair of thin rubber gloves.As I felt her.