As we sat motionless trying to recover, I saw my hot cum oozing out of Dana's used pussy. The camera kept filming away. I got my strength back and wen...t over to shut off the camera. Dana informed me that this was just a timeout and the film was nowhere close to being finished. I was starting to believe that I had created an amateur homemade porn star. After a few hours of rest and relaxation, Dana told me it was time to start shooting again. Dana showed me the script that she had written. I was. I’d be bouncing up and down in my seat as I shot into my pants, moans and cries of perv ecstasy coming through my window and hearing the laughter of the girls, or their scorn – “fucking wanker, look at him, dirty old sod!” – and so on. On another occasion I’d got a load of mags spread round, and there were maybe ten girls on the other side of the street. I heard one say to the others “look at the tits he’s got in there, fucking old pervert!” one of the other girls made a point of sticking Her. ”“What the hell? Is it full of them?”, Glory jumped back.“No. There’s a damned flower that has that same glow. That’s how they get their prey, an animal just looks at the flower and doesn’t see the ... ah, there, look at that one. No leaves. There’s an Angler under the water there. Be ready with your mini-guns, this could be nasty.” I took aim. I knew my bullet wouldn’t go far underwater, so I aimed for the glowing bait, right at the surface of the water.I fired, and one very pissed off Angler. My interior muscles were twitching.My brain was going crazy. Was Ms. J just tormenting me? Or was she playing fair and pure luck was deciding my fate?Again the countdown, again the beep, again “One more minute.” I didn’t know if I could take it much longer. Should I back away from the edge and possibly miss my chance to cum or risk a climax without permission?“Thirty seconds… ten seconds…” I don’t remember hearing the beep, but my mind may have blanked it out.“Too bad, hands off,” Ms. J.