I knew her so well that I could tell you when she needed to take a shit. Everything about her had changed. Not just her looks but now her personality ...that I loved so much. I think her view of me changed as well. It was as though she had been blinded to my looks but now she had been given sight. Instead of the short pudgy little husband, I was the short fat balding man with whom she had to share her bed. Now she had become obsessed with her new look. She loved it when she was the center of. I took it up to my nose for a sexy smell. I figured out how to work in these cramped quarters. Then I hung my panty on the hook inside the door and sat down. Oops. Need to do something with this skirt, I realized. I pulled it up and bunched it around my waist, wishing the dress had a belt. But I tucked it in as best I could to keep it out of the toilet water. Then I realized the toilet seat was not going to work. If I leaned back the plumbing attacked me in the small of my back.Finally, I. Once my little fashion show was over, he had me strip to the undies then go and change. I folded everything neat and tidy then, joined him minus the stockings and garter belt. He held off for about half an hour while I knelt and made love to that beautiful hard cock. Once in bed, he carefully removed the new panties then mounted me like a crazy man. I didn’t have to fake any of the noise; his magnificent cock, my sore bottom and matching sore cunt did all of it…I was very loud! There was no. She was telling them that she had already worked quite a bit and that it was normal to make sure the cameraman was satisfied before you left a shoot. She told them the real stars were the film actresses and that there were very few girls who only did still shots anymore, you had to do films too if you wanted a steady stream of work. She made it sound like they’d be naïve to expect to make a career of taking their clothes off without shooting video and giving a little relief to the guys who got.