The actors knew their scene and they were supposed to ad lib most of it. I parked my drink on a table behind Paul and crouched to get ready for the sc...ene, snapping picture after picture while the voluptuous young woman entered the sliding glass door, answered the front door and spoke to the young male actor. “Hi!” She said with a grand smile and he returned her greeting. “You called for a massage?” He said like a bad actor and I had to silently laugh as the scene seem to begin like a story I. But even then I wasn't satisfied . One afternoon I saw this nervous dad an my cock tingled , he's who I wanted . The mid 40's husband in the closet keeping his attraction to teens my age a secret , even his wife didn't know the taboo urges and sexual lusts that he kept hidden . I knew then I wanted to make our fantasy's come true . I'd make sure he saw me enter a booth , first looking at him and then the next booth I'd smile and slowly close the door and wait for his needy cock to come through. “Okay,” I said.“Lee, before you go in, can I ask, could we have lunch; I mean you and me at well, lunch time, noon?” she said. It was 9:00 a.m. I couldn’t think of a good reason to turn her down, and I did have to eat. So, I didn’t, turn her down that is.“Okay,” I said. “Noon.” She nodded and disappeared down the corridor. I went in to see my soon to be pretty young wife; well, she was only twenty-nine.The next hours I sat with her, and she was conscious. But she wasn’t allowed to speak. I did. Not literally, of course. It would have scared him off for good. Lucinda Long, she thought, not a bad name. So much more melodious than Lucinda Panayiotis. Loose All-Saints, as they'd called her at her previous job. Bunch of intellectual wankers."Thanks!" Derek always said thanks like that. As if he meant to say something more, but never quite got round to it. She sighed, watching his bottom surreptitiously as he moved away between the desks."You can't have him, Loose!" giggled Jennifer softly,.