If it didn't look as though I would have power, I might check into a motel. The opening and closing of that gate was just more than I wanted to face a...gain. Once a day was more than enough for that bit of torture. Oh yeah, that was part of my generally fucked up Monday morning. I had forced the gate open and closed it by hand before leaving for work. I didn't think I could face that again.I was thrilled to find the cameras working. From the rewind it appeared that the cameras had been up and. Despite her worries, Alyssa was hungry. Savory smells greeted her from outside the dining room. Could someone else be awake in the household? Alyssa had quickly realized that getting up at dawn was a very strange custom in the City, but the habits of a lifetime were impossible to break so quickly.It was a surprise, therefore, to find Genny sitting at the table."Genny? Wha ... what a surprise to find you up at this hour..." Alyssa's voice trailed away as Genny got up from the table and came. And with a pair of 4" stiletto heeled black dress sandals I was done.I threw a long sweater over it all and drove over to the warehouse.I got there about an hour early and met the producers, John and Ken, inthe office.John told me to follow him and we walked out into the main warehousewhere they had the set.The set was simple, a large black vinyl beanbag chair on a cheap carpetcentered near the back, surrounded on three sides by white sheetshanging from poles, creating a room about 100'. My step mom started fingering my pussy. One finger, two fingers...then three; the slattern. I had never gone there myself with that many fingers.“OH YOU BITCH...You crazy fuckin bitch... Yes...No...Yes...No...Yesss...Yesss...Orrhgh...God...Yess" I cried out.My lewd outrageous stepmom was fisting my pussy while Henri was buggerising my arse into total submission.There is pleasure and forbidden pleasure...I knew the difference...but I took it...I was transfixed in my own sexual crucible...desire.