The results yielded nothing except pornographic sites and bizarre fiction. There was no easily found solution. Finally, at six-thirty, he rose, showe...red, shaved, dressed, and left the room, driving to a nearby restaurant. He had the beginnings of an appetite, but he chose his breakfast with care, not wanting to upset his already fragile balance. Juice, fresh fruit, muffin, coffee. Nothing greasy or heavy. He paid the bill, took a coffee-to-go, and drove back to the motel. He had some things to. "You fucked him. He did you. You screwed him. He serviced you. You did not 'make love.' There is no such thing as 'making love!'" You're wrong," Jenny said simply. As the debate continued around the table, Judy stepped forward and yelled "Cut!" OK, now let's do the close," she said. "That was really good. I mean, it was believable. Nothing seemed forced or overly dramatic."Judy walked around to each cup on the table and poured a little in the sink to make it look as if the girls had drunk from. You can see for yourself."Then he grinned at me, and what I saw behind that grin was a friendly-looking, jovial, well-mannered, half-Austrian, half-German gentleman that could become the wiliest son of a bitch with the flip of a switch. It would have felt very reassuring at that time had I known for certain that we were on the same side. Judging from what I saw on the display next though, it seemed like for some reason, we were like best buddies. But I could've sworn, on pain of anything other. Moving closer I touch her, still no response from her, reaching between her legs, finding her outer labia with my fingers, penetrating her with all four fingers finally earning me a response when she tries to strike me with her free hands.Swinging wildly she tries to go for my eyes but I pull my hand out of her fast making her gasp in pain. She pulls her leg into her chest, rocking side to side, tears streaming down her face, so i decide to tell her what in store for her and Sherry in a little.