"Astrid shook her head, tossing red curls. "Four plus a hundred a close up." Damn," the man said, smiling and shaking her hand.In front of the whole c...rew, Astrid stripped down, put on the see-through pj's she had been given and sat on the side of the low bed, feeling foolish but trying to smile while cameras and lights were adjusted.The first man, grinning, came and sat beside her wearing only jeans and loafers. He was very hairy and needed a shave. When the producer said, "Action," he began. Helen, why do you keep calling me Clarke, my name is Ken." Is it? But your name badge said Clarke KenT. I thought Ken was your surname, but in any case I like Clarke better so I am going to keep calling you that, if you don't mind; you don't mind, do you?" Not if it's what you want to do." And then I asked the question that had been buzzing away at my sub conscious ever since Saturday night; "Which department do you work in?"Helen laughed - it was more of an amused chuckle really. "I don't work. It was her only relief.He reached into the hall stand, and up came the whip, which he began to flick at her breasts, just as she had expected. Her breast began to blush, then colour towards red. Suddenly she was surprised when he went over to full strength strokes across the pretty pair of soft breasts. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement. A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane. He. However, nothing worked. He was tired of sitting at a table with a woman he didn’t know and showed absolutely no interest in getting to know him. He decided to have a little fun and finish the date early. ?This is a little different from the last dinner date I had,? he stated. ?How so?? the date, whose name was Simone, finally asked. ?Well, we were both naked. She was hogtied on my bed and I was eating grapes out of her pussy. I then ate some mashed potatoes off of her.